Being Unheard Is The Ground Floor Of

Time," The Captain Said, "is Not What You Think." He Sat Down Next To Eddie. "dying? Not The End Of Everything. We Think It Is. But What Happens On Earth Is Only The Beginning.

Strangers Are Just Family You Have Yet To Come To Know.

Lost Love Is Still Love. It Takes A Different Form, That's All. You Can't See Their Smile Or Bring Them Food Or Tousle Their Hair Or Move Them Around A Dance Floor. But When Those Senses Weaken Another Heightens. Memory. Memory Becomes Your Partner. You Nurture It. You Hold It. You Dance With It.

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.

Sometimes, Kids Want You To Hurt The Way They Hurt.