The second time my world exploded, it was also
because of a word. A word that worked its way out of my
throat and danced onto and out of my lips before I could
think about it, or stop it.
The question was: Will you meet me tomorrow?
And the word was: Yes.

“It's too late. I've seen things...I've lost things you can't understand.”

“Do the other kids make fun of you? For how you talk?''Sometimes.''So why don't …”

“i feel like a curtain has dropped away and i'm seeing people for who they reall…”

“The gears of God don't turn unless all the pieces fit right.”