It's Goodbye To Some Things. And Hello

He Has No Idea How Beautiful The Ordinary Becomes Once It Disappears.

I Am Jealous Of Anyone Who Can Make Other People Care So Much.

Every You, Every Me. Fractals. Fractures.

I'm Always Standing On The Edge Of Something Bad.

We Hold Hands As We Walk Through Town. If Anybody Notices, Nobody Cares. I Know We All Like To Think Of The Heart As The Center Of The Body But At This Moment, Every Conscious Part Of Me Is In The Hand That He Holds. It Is Through That Hand, That Feeling, That I Experience Everything Else.