He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.

Sometimes when it looks like I'm deep in thought I'm just trying not to have a conversation with people.

If you aren't just a little depressed, then you aren't paying very much attention to what's going on in the world.

And there are people that will stand in your corner and convince you to stand up for another round no matter what.

But you couldn’t touch this kid right now, bullets would have dodged him.

I’m not just taking trips down memory lane; I’m broken down on it.

Let’s just make it through tonight, worry about the rest later.