Sometimes there’s not a better way. Sometimes there’s only the hard way.
It’s the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.
Observing and understanding are two different things.
I will find you.In the farthest corner, I will find you.
The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.
I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.
Ascente cha ores ri ve breazza.””Turn your ear to the wind,” she interpreted. “Stand strong.
And all I want is to hold her and make the rest of the world go away.
It’s other people who make us wise, and I haven’t known nearly enough.