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

One small changed family doesn't calculate into a world that has been spinning for a billion years. But one small change makes the world spin differently in a billion ways for one family.

People will notice the beauty of what they usually ignore ~

When your life has had few events to occupy it, it's amazing how a simple encounter can seem like an entire three-act play.

There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

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

I decide that sometimes definitions are wrong. Even if they're written in a dictionary. Identities aren't always separate and distinct. Sometimes they ARE wrapped up with others. Sometimes, for a few minutes, maybe they can even be shared. And if I am ever fortunate enough to return to Mr. Bender's garden, I wonder if the birds will see that piece of him that is wrapped up in me.