I Cannot Keep Track And Lots Of

I Don't Know If Anyone Has Noticed But I Only Ever Write About One Thing: Being Alone. The Fear Of Being Alone, The Desire To Not Be Alone, The Attempts We Make To Find Our Person, To Keep Our Person, To Convince Our Person To Not Leave Us Alone, The Joy Of Being With Our Person And Thus No Longer Alone, The Devastation Of Being Left Alone. The Need To Hear The Words: You Are Not Alone.

Making It Through The Ceiling To The Other Side Was Simply A Matter Of Running On A Path Created By Every Other Woman's Footprints.

You Are Not Alone. You Are Seen. I Am With You. You Are Not Alone.

Mother Is A Verb, Not A Noun.

The Only Limit To Success Is Your Own Imagination.