What I Am

Please, just one more year. Give me one more year

Thank you for loving me like your own.

My big girl pants are currently in the washing machine. sorry

To love and to be loved.

Do I want cheese? Yes. Desperately. Do I think know if I eat cheese at this hour I will suffer great consequences? Yes.

May she who is without sin cast the first stone, but then again perhaps those in stained glass houses should not be throwing stones in the first place.

Glass was never meant to hold lightning.

There’s no ache like hometown ache

And why do I remember it? It wasn't remarkable. It wasn't special. It was just a moment, maybe eight, nine seconds. And yet it remains. Why is this what I remember? I forget everything. My memory is hazy and foggy. I can't think straight. It's so hard for me. I try so hard to remember things I need. Things I want. Things I love. Why can't I forget this? Why do I cling to it?

Love is action

Love is action

Love is action

Love is action

Love is action