And new, too. Remade. Ready to move again. Listening was the start, she decided. Doing was the next step.

I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don't want that ache to stop.

Nom, do say something funny so she can admire!

Clearly she was expected to say something, but panic at having to speak stole the thoughts from her head.

No one had ever called her wild before. She wanted to be wild now, for him. Wild seemed more enticing then a bowl of berries.

We know it's all just daydreaming...But sometimes, it'd be nice just to hold something real in your hands that felt like a measure of your worth.

I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.