sometimes i just don't care how things come out, as long as they leave my mind for a while.

put it on the floor and someone will think it's real.

I'm not going to get lost. We'll all travel different paths, similar in beginning and end, but I know that I'll walk beside someone at some point. Have you ever realized just how wonderful life is?

The ease of words flowing from my fingertips at the computer is slowed by not a lack of things to say, but rather the opposite. How do I choose what is most important? To me? To others?

My grandmother Evelyn was a source of unity for the family. Actually, looking back on my previous years, my universe practically revolved around her. After school, I would wander over to her house to hopefully make progress on my homework and have conversations in fluent sarcasm and dry humor. God, I wish I could know more about her life. Her heart was one to be envied and her style was unmistakably classy. Dignified.

I started missing her before she was gone; I began mourning her death before it was close.

Mam, I will never stop loving you. I wish I could communicate this to you now. Why didn't I know more about you?