"please Stop," I Said. "you're Upsetting The

We Do An Epically Bad Job Of Acknowledging One Another's Work And Checking Our Sources.

The Risen Sun Too Bright In Her Losing Eyes.

When Did We See Each Other Face-to-face? Not Until You Saw Into My Cracks And I Saw Into Yours. Before That, We Were Just Looking At Ideas Of Each Other, Like Looking At Your Window Shade But Never Seeing Inside. But Once The Vessel Cracks, The Light Can Get In. The Light Can Get Out.

You Shall Love Your Neighbour With Your Crooked Heart, It Says So Much About Love And Brokenness -- It's Perfect.

As Long As We Don't Die, This Is Gonna Be One Hell Of A Story.