Fear, He Said, Ran All Of Our

And Even Though People Try To Pretend That Pain Doesn't Do Anything To Them, None Of Us Can Really Handle It. Everything Bad We Do In Our Life Is Because Of Pain Of Some Kind.

Trauma Is Survivable, But Often Not Much More. It Kills You While Allowing You To Still Live.

Some People Think Memoirs Should Be Held To A Perfect Journalistic Standard. Some People Don't. Obviously I Don't. My Goal Was Never To Create Or To Write A Perfect Journalistic Standard Of My Life. It Was Always To Be As Literature.

Light Streamed Through One Of The Windows And Across Her Face And I Have Never Seen Anything Or Anyone So Beautiful In My Life. If My Heart Had Stopped At That Moment I Would Have Fallen Happy And Fallen Full And I Would Have Seen In Life All That I Had Wanted To See And All That I Needed To See. Fall. Let Me Fall.

This Moment And This Chance, They Are The Same, And They Are Mine If I Choose Them,and I Do. I Want Them. Now And As Long As I Can Have Them They Are Both Precious And Fleeting And Gone In The Blink Of An Eye, Don't Waste Them. A Moment And An Opportunity And A Life, All In The Unseen Tick Of A Clock Holding Me Nowhere. My Heart Is Beating. The Walls Are Pale And Quiet. I Am Surviving.