Coming To Terms With The Fact That

Hold On...hold On To Yourself. This Is Going To Hurt Like Hell.

Nature Is A Perfect Example Of The Harmony Between The Beautiful And The Brutal. You Turn Over A Pretty Rock And There Are Worms Writhing Underneath.

You're In The Arms Of The Angels; May You Find Some Comfort Here.

I Play Piano Every Day.

All The Fear Has Left Me Now, I'm Not Frightened Anymore. It's My Heart That Pounds Beneath My Flesh, It's My Mouth That Pushes Out This Breath.