“Hope is a pocket of possibility.I'm holding it in my hand.”

“I tuck caution into my pocket and hope I can reach for it if I need to.”

“Aw, you trust me?""As long as I have a clear shot." I tighten my hold on the gun in my hand.”

“Hope is hugging me, holding me in its arms, wiping away my tears and telling me that today and tomorrow and two days from now I will be just fine and I'm so delirious I actually dare to believe it.”

“I wish I could put his words in my pocket just to touch them once in a while and remind myself that they exist.”

“I wish I could stuff my mouth full of raindrops and fill my pockets full of snow. I wish I could trace the veins in a fallen leaf and the feel the wind pinch my nose.”

“Killing time isn't as difficult as it sounds.I can shoot a hundred numbers through the chest and watch them bleed decimal points in the palm of my hand. I can rip the numbers off a clock and watch the hour hand tick tick tick its final tock just before I fall asleep. I can suffocate seconds just by holding my breath. I've been murdering minutes for hours and no one seems to mind.”