It's Strange How Time Can Make A

I Feel Like Myself, Strong And Weak At Once - Allowed, At Least For A Little While, To Be Both.

Our Ability To Know About Ourselves And The World Is What Makes Us Human

Everything Inside Me Screams For Just One More Kiss, One More Word, One More Glance, One More.

I Don't Have A Bullet In My Head, Do I? So I'm Fine.

When Her Body First Hit The Net, All I Registered Was A Gray Blur. I Pulled Her Across It And Her Hand Was Small, But Warm, And Then She Stood Before Me, Short And Thin And Plain And In All Ways Unremarkable- Except That She Had Jumped First. The Stiff Had Jumped First. Even I Didn't Jump First. Her Eyes Were So Stern, So Insistent. Beautiful.