After All, The Only Way To Communicate

That's Why We Read Fiction, Isn't It? To Remind Us That Whatever We Suffer, We're Not The Only Ones?

There's A Lot Of Things You Can't See If You Aren't' Looking.

I Imagined What It Would Be Like To Hold A Butterfly In Your Hands Something Bejeweled And Treasured And To Know That Despite Your Devotion It Was Dying By Degrees.

History Isn't About Dates And Places And Wars. It's About The People Who Fill The Spaces Between Them.

Bleeding Heart, He’d Called Her. Well. He Should Know. He’d Been The First To Rip It To Pieces.