I know that your soul is on life support and that you feel lost and like you’re completely spinning out of control, but you’re finding yourself — here, tonight… even in this darkness.

Your personal truth is your gift to the world.

I write letters to you that you’ll never see.

He looked at me, that first day, like he had just found something he’d lost a thousand years ago.

In the old days, when travelers would get lost, they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I’d ever come across.

You haunt my days and dreams.

I don’t ever want to hurt anyone, but I really wish there was something like a reset button on my life.

The Fall will always be yours and mine…