I Could Picture Life—school And Everything Else—continuing

My Breathing Begins To Slow. The Tension In My Muscles Starts To Relax. Then, A Click In The Headphones. A Slow Breath Of Air. I Open My Eyes To Bright Moonlight. And Hannah, With Warmth. Thank You.

Because It May Seem Like A Small Role Now, But It Matters. In The End, Everything Matters.

If My Love Were An Ocean, There Would Be No More Land. If My Love Were A Desert, You Would See Only Sand. If My Love Were A Star- Late At Night, Only Light. And If My Love Could Grow Wings, I'd Be Soaring In Flight.

How In The World Was I Alone? Because I Wanted To Be. That's All I Can Say. It's All That Makes Sense To Me.

I Was Too Weak To Walk. At Least, I Thought I Was Too Weak. But In Truth, I Was Too Weak To Try.