// …and at once I knew I was not magnificent//

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.

All endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it at the time.

People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands - literally thousands - of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.

Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It’s the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.

But please, remember me, my misery

And how it lost me all I wanted

I am very interested and fascinated by how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.

Death ends a life, not a relationship.

So, I guess we are who we are for a lot reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.

Now the kids are growing up so fast

They’re paying for our crimes

There are no random acts. We are all connected. You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind

For you, I’d wait ‘til kingdom come.

            Until my day, my day is done.

I am haunted by humans.

When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.