Heaven Is Comfort, But It's Still Not

I Have Always Felt Extremely Weird. But I Am Very Happy With My Weirdnesses, And I Want Other People To Be Very Happy With Theirs.

Life Is A Perpetual Yesterday For Us.

I Knew Something As I Watched: Almost Everyone Was Saying Goodbye To Me. I Was Becoming One Of The Many Little-girl-losts. They Would Go Back To Their Homes And Put Me To Rest, A Letter From The Past Never To Be Reopened Or Reread. And I Could Say Goodbye To Them, Wish Them Well, Bless Them Somehow For Their Good Thoughts. A Handshake In The Street, A Dropped Item Picked Up And Retrieved And Handed Back, Or A Friendly Wave From The Distant Window, A Nod, A Smile, A Moment When The Eyes Lock Over The Antics Of A Child.

Between A Man And A Woman There Was Always One Person Who Was Stronger Than The Other One. That Doesn’t Mean The Weaker One Doesn’t Love The Stronger.

The Damage Can Fester Under Layers Of Time And Change, And An Ignorant, Thoughtless Remark Can Easily Reopen The Wound.