Its A Fine Line Between Love And

So What Else Can I Tell You?" I Asked. "i Mean, To Get You To Reveal Lily To Me.

Yearning N. And Adj. At Te Core Of This Desire Is The Belief That Everything Can Be Perfect.

The World Is Quieter Now. It Is Never Quiet, But It Can Get Quieter. What Strange Creatures We Are, To Find Silence Peaceful, When Permanent Silence Is The Thing We Most Dread. Nighttime Is Not That. Nighttime Still Rustles, Still Creaks And Whispers And Trembles In Its Throat. It Is Not Darkness We Fear, But Our Own Helplessness Within It. How Merciful To Have Been Granted The Other Senses.

This Is Not Something Insignificant. This Is Real. This Is Happening, And This Is Ours.

It Was One Of Those Moments When You Feel The Future So Much That It Humbles The Present.