Sometimes thereโs no one to listen to what you really might like to say at a certain moment. The paper always listens.
Getting over what you did to me is not why I get out of bed anymore.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
Maybe when your mother died young, you became instantly old.
Facts interest me less than the trailing smoke of stories.
I keep thinking, we teach children to use language to solve their disputes. We teach them not to hit and fight and bite. Then look what adults do!