I grew up in Cyprus and Egypt, these fantastic places I remember fondly.
In the end, all you want is someone to long for you when it comes time to put you in the ground.
Wash the bones, bring the body, leave the heart behind.
I like dark subject matter. I'm not sure what that means about me!
death should be celebrated...when you put something in the ground you always know where it is
Come on, is your heart a sponge or a fist?