“The Screamingflashed me back to a timewhen mom and dad were still togetherif you could call miles apart together.”

“Being In LoveMeans hard questions. Will I? Won't I? Should I? Could I?Yes? No? You?Me? There is no mewithout you.Is there a you without me?And if were truly one.how will I breathewhen circomstance pries us apart?You are my oxygen.my substance,the blood inside my veins.When wetouch, you are my skin.hold all my joy inside of you.When you go, I wither.”

“If I come back to you now, can we be what we were before life’s uncertain rhythms tore us so far apart? If I return today, will your arms gather me in, or will I be wrenched away, snatched by riptide I have no power to resist? If I find my way to you, one man standing in a crowd, will I even know who you are?”

“Heart Breaking,I think that if Dad, staring down the sight of a 10mm,would only tell me he loves me,I could easily change my mind......but he won't.”

“Red and raw like my heart, pried from your's, the two beating, no longer together, but a thousand miles between them when only yesterday they thumped in unison.”

“The best thing about my mom being sucha bitch is not worryingabout trying to make herproud of me.”

“CommunicationWas never big in my house.We sat together overdinner, but the only soundyou'd hear was crunchingand chewing and the littleones asking for more, please.We lived, all boxed up ininvisible containers. Wehardly knew the peoplewe called sister or father.Jackie and I were theexceptions to that rule.”