Some phenomena are not about themselves. They take you one level, one dimension down into the substance of things, they are measurements of change, gauges

If somebody read me the script of my life, I’d think they were nuts, keep my distance.

Amazing Grace was given me in moments of dismay, when friends were scarce, and skies were gray, and hope had gone astray.

I sit inside my silence, not even awake, maybe, waiting patiently for the cocoon to open, not eager, not afraid. I wait.

You wake up to your fate in pain, eyes burning in a veil of tears, in disbelief.