I'm becoming more and more myself with time. I guess that's what grace is. The refinement of your soul through time.

“The things you fear are undefeatablenot by their nature but by your approach”

“this is actualy a poemwe have been callednaiveas if it were a dirty word,whe ha…”

“Your hands already know too much.”

“HandsIf I could tell the world just one thing It would be that we're all ok And…”