Am I lying to you if I tell you the same lie I tell myself?

So often the end of a love affair is death by a thousand cuts, so often its survival is life by a thousand stitches.

Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.

There are days when you need someone who just wants to be your sunshine and not the air you breathe.

No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.

It helps if you don't see it as traffic but rather as thousands of individuals resolved to press on another day.

I wish to die knowing that I took a fleeting instant of eternity and fashioned from it a lifetime.