You see, the deaf have an intimacy with silence. It’s there in their dreams.

You, me, this city, this country, we will always have a choice.When you stand up to be counted, tell the world, THIS IS MY VOICE. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

I you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror. Look a little closer, stare a little longer. Because there is something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit. You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself, you signed it THEY WERE WRONG.

If you think for one second no one knows what you've been going through; be accepting of the fact that you are wrong, that the long drawn and heavy breaths of despair have at times been felt by everyone - that pain is part of the human condition and that alone makes you a legion.

Look directly into every mirror. Realize our reflection is the first sentence to a story, and our story starts: We were here.

You see, the deaf have an intimacy with silence. It’s there in their dreams.

We come from the mentality, that rarely sees the horror in symmetry or the beauty in non-conformity