I Think Of Grace And Feel A

It's Surprisingly Nice Out Here, Peaceful And Pretty-strange To Be Standing In The Middle Of A Little Garden While Enclosed By The Massive Stone Walls Of The Prison, Like Being At The Exact Center Of A Hurricane, And Finding Peace And Silence In The Middle Of So Much Shrieking Damage.

I Guess There Are Some Things You Never Get Used To.

My Stomach Gets That Hollowed-out Feeling. It's Amazing How Words Can Do That, Just Shred Your Insides Apart.

You Can Build Walls All The Way To The Sky And I Will Find A Way To Fly Above Them.

If You Cross A Line And Nothing Happens, The Line Loses Meaning.