I Will Be The One To Leave

Sharing Truth Is Not The Kind Of Gift That Comes In Wrapping Paper - Ripped Open Once And, There, You're Done. No, This Is A Gift That Must Be Unfolded.

You Can Give Words, But You Can't Take Them. And When Words Are Given, That Is When They Are Shared. We Remember What That Was Like. Words So Real They Were Almost Tangible. There Are Conversations You Remember, For Certain. But More Than That, There Is The Sensation Of Conversation. You Will Remember That, Even When The Precise Words Begin To Blur.

She Is So Lost In Her Sadness That She Has No Idea How Visible It Is.

This Might Be The Happy Ending Without The Ending

When It Comes To True Dance, It's Not About How You Look, It's All About The Joy You Feel.