We Didn't Talk Much. But We Didn't

You Could Hear The Wind In The Leaves, And On That Wind Traveled The Screams Of The Kids On The Playground In The Distance, Little Kids Figuring Out How To Be Alive, How To Navigate A World That Wasn't Made For Them By Navigating A Playground That Was.

Our Role As Humans Is To Recognize The Complexity Of Others.

Maybe She'd Been Scared Of Being Paralyzed By Fear Again.

So Keeping The Box Closed Just Keeps You In The Dark, Not The Universe.

Books Belong To Their Readers.