Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says. I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is.

Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.

There are many words and definitions I have never lost. But some I am only just beginning to truly understand.

I used to be someone.

Which weakness shall I tell her? “I walk funny,” I say, and she’s satisfied with that. (inside joke)

It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.

Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.