No One Ever Asks A Kid For

He Gently Touched His Mother's Cheek, Felt Her Sorrow Slip Over His Fingertips.

One Person's Trauma Is Another's Loss Of Innocence.

Imagine If You Were The Positive Pole Of A Magnet, And You Were Told That Under No Circumstances Were You Allowed To Touch That Negative Pole That Was Sucking You In Like A Black Hole. Or If You Crawled Out Of The Desert And Found A Woman Standing With A Pitcher Of Ice Water, But She Held It Out Of Your Reach. Imagine Jumping Off A Building, And Then Being Told Not To Fall. That's What It Feels Like To Want A Drink.

Violence Up Close Has A Smell. Like Copper Blood And Charcoal Burning.

The Human Capacity For Burden Is Like Bamboo- Far More Flexible Than You'd Ever Believe At First Glance.