He Looked At Me Like I Was

Lindsay Calls Them The Pugs: Pretty From Far Away, Ugly Up Close.

I’m Not The Hana Everyone Told Me I Would Be After My Cure.

Suicide. A Sideways Word, A Word That People Whisper And Mutter And Cough: A Word That Must Be Squeezed Out Behind Cupped Palms Or Murmured Behind Closed Doors. It Was Only In Dreams That I Heard The Word Shouted, Screamed.

Most Things, Even The Greatest Movements On Earth, Have Their Beginnings In Something Small. An Earthquake That Shatters A City Might Begin With A Tremble, A Breath. Music Begins With A Vibration . . . And God Created The Whole Universe From An Atom No Bigger Than A Thought.

That's The Thing: We Didn't Really Care. A World Without Love Is Also A World Without Stakes.