You Didn't Get Past Something Like That,

Into The Silence Rips A Sound That Makes Me Let Go Of Max's Hand And Cover My Ears. It Is Like The Strafe Of A Bullet, Nails On A Chalkboard, Promises Being Broken. It's A Note I Have Never Heard - This Chord Of Pure Pain - And It Takes A Moment To Realize It Is Coming From Me.

When You Begin A Journey Of Revenge, Start By Digging Two Graves: One For Your Enemy, And One For Yourself.

If You Loved Someone, Really Loved Them, Would You Let Them Go?

Newborns Reminded Her Of Tiny Buddhas

I Would Tell Them That When You Look At A Person, You Never Know What The're Hiding.