I Haven't Run Out Of Ideas Yet.

If It Is Possible To Die Of Grief Then Why On Earth Can't Someone Be Healed By Happiness?

Here's What I Hadn't Realized: The Mother You Haven't Seen For Almost Thirty-six Years Isn't Your Mother, She's A Stranger. Sharing Dna Doesn't Make You Fast Friends. This Wasn't A Joyous Reunion. It Was Just Awkward.

When You Can Not Find Someone, It Is Because You've Been Misdirected To Look Elsewhere

I Only Just Found You, I Can't Lose You Now

The Ideas Choose Me, Not The Other Way Around.