There Is Nothing Perfect...only Life.

Sunset Is The Saddest Light There Is.

I Missed Rosaleen's Snoring The Way You'd Miss The Sound Of The Ocean Waves After You've Gotten Used To Sleeping With Them. I Didn't Realize How It Had Comforted Me. Quiteness Has A Strange, Spongy Hum That Can Nearly Break Your Eardrums.

In A Way, Humans Are Not Made Of Skin And Bones As Such, As We're Made Of Stories.

I Don't Hold To The Idea That God Causes Suffering And Crisis. I Just Know That Those Things Come Along And God Uses Them. We Think Life Should Be A Nice, Clean Ascending Line. But Inevitably Something Wanders Onto The Scene And Creates Havoc With The Nice Way We've Arranged Life To Fall In Place.

We Have To Acknowledge Sometimes That This Moment Is Enough. This Place Is Enough. I Am Enough.