It’s When You Hide Things That You

What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through The Fire

Love Is A Dog From Hell.

The Blankets Had Fallen Off And I Stared Down At Her White Back, The Shoulder Blades Sticking Out As If They Wanted To Grow Into Wings, Poke Through That Skin. Little Blades. She Was Helpless.

Potential," I Said, "doesn't Mean A Thing. You've Got To Do It. Almost Every Baby In A Crib Has More Potential Than I Have.

I Hope That Death Contains Less Than This.