Sorrow is the violent smashing of reason, in that reason has no power over it.

This was how to help a family who has just lost their child. Wash the clothes, make soup. Don’t ask them what they need, bring them what they need. Keep them warm. Listen to them...

How does the moon feel as it sees the ocean lap at your shores? The eternal pain of knowing you are there but forever out of reach…

I know I’m the one who has shattered the perfection that was our souls as one.

I feel I’ve lost every part of me…there’s nothing left but the parts I’ve given to you. I need you to hold those pieces together. Please don’t forget who I was…then…then there really will be...