...and time becomes a forgotten detail.

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

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

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

We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choice we make.

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

People will notice the beauty of what they usually ignore ~