My timing is off. But I had to get it out. Some things you have to tell, no matter how stupid they may sound. Some things you can't save for later. There might not be a later.

...and time becomes a forgotten detail.

There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.

Maybe staying on the surface keeps her from returning to a place where she can't breathe.

Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky.

What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it's all we truly have.

Escape is not about moving from one place to another. It's about becoming more.