You Can Know The Whole World And

The Pain We Suffer Is A Way To Make Us Appreciate What Comes Next.

Sometimes What You Miss The Most Is The Way A Loved One Made You Feel About Yourself.

I Hope You Never Hear Those Words. Your Mom. She Died. They Are Different Than Other Words. They Are Too Big To Fit In Your Ears. They Belong To Some Strange, Heavy, Powerful Language That Pounds Away At The Side Of Your Head, A Wrecking Ball Coming At You Again And Again, Until Finally, The Words Crack A Hole Large Enough To Fit Inside Your Brain. And In So Doing, They Split You Apart.

I Thought About The Days I Had Handed Over To A Bottle..the Nights I Can't Remember..the Mornings I Slept Thru..all The Time Spent Running From Myself.

We All Yearn For What We Have Lost. But Sometimes, We Forget What We Have.