“I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.”
“It had rained, she said, and I imagined the beads of small water on the windshield like a thousand eyes, or each drop a small imperfect reflection of a perfect moment.”
“I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean.”
“The pieces of my broken heart are so small thatthey could be passed through the eye of a needle.”
“I don't feel like I can change the world. I don't even try. I only want to change this small life that I see standing in front of me, which is suffering.”
“As the smoke clears,I awaken,And untangle you from me.Would it make you feel betterTo watch me, while I bleed?All my windows still are broken,But I'm standing on my feet.”