The Way Home

Life is a kind of magic trick the body does and once it’s over, you’re left with a hat with a hole in it and a white dove that’s flown away. And it makes you want to say,

“That’s it? That’s all we are?"

But you need to remember: That's not us.

We're the dove, flying home.

The View From History Books

I think there's a way to listen to music late at night on your own that slowly turns you into dust.
I think there’s good in every one of us.
I think we need to forgive the people who hurt us.
I think we’ve all been punished enough.

The Distribution Of Pain

No one tells you that when you forgive the person who hurt you, you have to take a moment afterwards, to forgive yourself, for letting yourself get hurt again.