Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

The water crumbles on it's way down as my hands and feet push me forward. The world is lightening, taking shape, and turning to color. It feels like it's being painted around me.

20 minutes later: a girl on Himmel Street. She looks up. She speaks in whisper. 'The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and...' She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her papa going to war and grabs her jacket at each side of her body. 'And it's cold, Max. It's so cold.

People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.

Even enemies were an inch away from friendship.

Amplified by the still of night, the book opened -- a gust of wind.

It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them