Because When Something Happens, She's The Person

Happiness Is So Rarely A Part Of My Vocabulary, Because For Me It's So Fleeting

Her Mind Is An Unquiet One, Words And Thoughts And Impulses Constantly Crashing Into Each Other.

It Was Like Everyone Suddenly Knew What Mattered. Money Didn't Matter. Politics Didn't Matter. Tabloid News Didn't Matter. No-compassion Mattered. Calm Mattered. Respect Mattered. Did It Really Take Something Of This Magnitude To Make Us Realize This?

Why Do We Feel The Need To Disconnect In Order To Connect?

I'm Always Standing On The Edge Of Something Bad.