Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.

Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?

I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.

The happening that happened was that I met this girl.

She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.

A REASSURING ANNOUNCEMENT Please, be calm, despite that previous threat. I am all bluster - I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.

She looks at the swings, and I can see she’s imagining what they’d look like if the kids weren’t there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never far away, despite her love for them. I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.