She talked to me like I was just like any other student, not a kid in a wheelchair.

Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

One series of notes, high and delicate, sang of a sweet moonlight kiss gone sour; another line of music rippled with regret over opportunities forever lost.

But I'll always love you, and I'll always miss you and I'll never forget that It's okay to put dragons in the jungle and tears on a tiger

Do not let anyone stop you from succeding

It can connect us to memories. It can influence our mood and our responses to problems we might face.

Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes-each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands.