... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up

I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)

Awareness There is a dark place. A place where I have no eyes, no mouth. No words. I can't cry out because I have no breath. The silence is so deep I want to die. But I can't. The darkness and silence go on forever. It is not a dream. I don't dream.

When is a cell finally too small to hold our essence?

When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?

I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.

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