I Was The Life And She Was

So Many Objects, So Many Memories. Each Was Being Labelled And Packed Away In Bags Just As It Was In Her Mind. To Be Stored In An Area That Would Sometime Be Called Upon To Teach And Help In Future Life.

What Was That Thing That Could Make Two People Promise One Another To Spend Every Day Of The Rest Of Their Lives Together? Ah,i Found It. It Was A Thing Called Love. A Small Simple Word.

When You're On Your Own, You Look For Signs. Sometimes You Make Them Up, Sometimes They're Actually There, But Most Of The Time You Can't Tell The Difference From The Two.

Journalism Classes Teach Us That One Must Extract Oneself From The Story In Order To Report Without Bias, But Often We Need To Be In The Story In Order To Understand, To Connect, To Help The Audience Identify Or Else It Has No Heart; It Could Be A Robot Telling The Story, For All Anyone Cares.

Chin Up, Don’t Smile, Don’t Cry, Don’t Fall, Walk.