Garden Work Clears The Mind.

Sometimes Survival Is The Worst Alternative There Is

I've Never Been Very Good At Leaving Things Behind. I Tried, But I Have Always Left Fragments Of Myself There Too, Like Seeds Awaiting Their Chance To Grow.

She Always Had That About Her, That Look Of Otherness, Of Eyes That See Things Much Too Far, And Of Thoughts That Wander Off The Edge Of The World.

Online Communities Are An Expression Of Loneliness.

A Little Tantrum In Real Life Seems So Much Bigger Online.