I wished for someone to hold me up. Suddenly someone was there.

No point carrying useless ballast. It won't change a thing.

No point carrying useless ballast. It won't change a thing.

Heartache, guilt, loss, grief, these things, too, are monsters.

And on the days I couldn't breathe, I learned to paint air.

And on the days I couldn't breathe, I learned to paint air.

My mind couldn't fit itself around the shape of his absence.

Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.

Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.

Why write wrong if the writing won’t right the wrong? (90)

What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over.

Why write wrong if the writing won’t right the wrong? (90)

What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over.

The only thing grief has taught me is to know how shallow it is.

Grief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn.