As Children Grow, They Gravitate To Their

We Don't See What We Could Be. We Should Be Looking At Our Potential, Stretching Ourselves Into Everything We Can Become.

I Hope You Never Hear Those Words. Your Mom. She Died. They Are Different Than Other Words. They Are Too Big To Fit In Your Ears. They Belong To Some Strange, Heavy, Powerful Language That Pounds Away At The Side Of Your Head, A Wrecking Ball Coming At You Again And Again, Until Finally, The Words Crack A Hole Large Enough To Fit Inside Your Brain. And In So Doing, They Split You Apart.

Your Voice Will Come. We All Go Through The Same Thing. You Cannot Talk When You First Arrive." He Smiled. "it Helps You Listen.

Death: The Only True Emotion Felt In An Apathetic World

My Own Father Didn't Talk A Lot About Feelings Or Emotions.