You Save Yourself Or You Remain Unsaved.

And My Sister, My Lindsey, Left Me In Her Memories, Where I Was Meant To Be.

His Love For My Mother Wasn't About Looking Back And Loving Something That Would Never Change. It Was About Loving My Mother For Everything -- For Her Brokenness And Her Fleeing, For Her Being There Right Then In That Moment Before The Sun Rose And The Hospital Staff Came In. It Was About Touching That Hair With The Side Of His Fingertip, And Knowing Yet Plumbing Fearlessly The Depths Of Her Ocean Eyes.

How Could It Be That You Could Love Someone So Much And Keep It Secret From Yourself As You Woke Daily So Far From Home?

I Have Always Felt Extremely Weird. But I Am Very Happy With My Weirdnesses, And I Want Other People To Be Very Happy With Theirs.

Well, As My Dad Would Say, It Means She’s Out Of This Shithole.