I Want You To Remember What Was

I Will Be Waiting By Candlelight In Our Tree House Of The Mind.

Don't Mourn, Organise

Her Sanity Was A Fragile Thing, A Butterfly Cupped In Her Hands, That She Carried With Her Everywhere, Afraid Of What Would Happen If She Let It Go-or Got Careless And Crushed It.

The Language Of Sin Was Universal, The Original Esperanto.

Already, Though, She Understood The Difference Between Being A Child And Being An Adult. The Difference Is When Someone Says He Can Keep The Bad Things Away, A Child Believes Him.