When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?
It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.
... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up
When is a cell finally too small to hold our essence?
Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says. I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is.
Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.