Let Love Write On You For Awhile.

Everything Is The Way It Is Because Everything Was The Way It Was

I Realized That Your Mother Couldn't See The Emptiness, She Couldn't See Anything...all Of The Words I'd Written To Her Over All Of Those Years, Had I Never Said Anything To Hear At All?

If It Had And Answer, It Wouldn't Really Be Love, Would It?

Sometimes You Have To Put Your Fears In Order.

I Got Incredibly Heavy Boots About How Relatively Insignificant Life Is, And How, Compared To The Universe And Compared To Time, It Didn’t Even Matter If I Existed At All.