The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.

“Maybe we all have a dark place inside of us, a place where dark thoughts and da…”

“He believes me. But that is nothing new. He always did because I was a rule fol…”

“When is a cell finally too small to hold our essence?”

“Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says.I don’t tell him that I…”