Was There A Language Of Loss? Did

We Sit For A Few More Moments, Although There's Really Nothing Left To Say. This Is New To Me, Too, An Entire Conversation That Takes Place In Silence, Because The Heart Has Its Own Language. I Will Remember What Eric Says Even Though He Doesn't Say A Word. I Will Tell It To Her.

Sometimes All You Need To Live One More Day Is A Good Reason To Stick Around.

The Music We Listen To May Not Define Who We Are. But It’s A Damn Good Start.

After All, How Many Of Us Had Tried To Forget Something Traumatic...only To Find It Printed On The Back Of Our Eyelids, Tattooed On Our Tongues?

If You Don't Get Sick, You Won't Get Well.