I Think I Have Sort Of Gravitated

Into The Silence Rips A Sound That Makes Me Let Go Of Max's Hand And Cover My Ears. It Is Like The Strafe Of A Bullet, Nails On A Chalkboard, Promises Being Broken. It's A Note I Have Never Heard - This Chord Of Pure Pain - And It Takes A Moment To Realize It Is Coming From Me.

Memory Is Like Plaster: Peel It Back And You Just Might Find A Completely Different Picture.

When You Have Been Burned By Fire Once, You Don't Leap Into The Flames Again.

When You Don't Know Where You're Headed, You Find Places No One Else Would Ever Explore.

Some People Don't Know What To Do With An Act Of Kindness.