Sunday, May 25, 2014. I am lost in Paris. At first it was a beautiful dream. I have dark stalkers always three steps behind. No one speaks my language. The only things that speak to me are the writings on the walls. The paintings on the walls. To many dark shadows are covering them. You have every reason to be worried, you put me here. I got caught up in the beauty of all of you. Heaven help you when I get out. And trust me I will. I do not like the indie k.

And the day he fell the sky fell too. i remember that first day at work where he came to my rescue and said, her. The important ones all left, and now, with a twisted little smile on her lips, so is . Theres something fairly therapeutic about watching golden light spill onto a mountainside. Here comes the sun, do do do do, here com. Im Only Sure of These Few Things.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014. Just know that I do it out of love. Your a pretty freaking amazing person, and even more amazing that you put up with me. Monday, November 3, 2014. Breathing has become a thing that I need to remember to do.

In Which Sophie is Compelled to Seek Her Fortune. She was not particularly frightened. She wondered how it moved. Tuesday, June 2, 2015. Yesterday is long ago and far away. For years, I poured my heart out on this blog. Well, I gave you most of it. And then I was happy.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014. Oh God, things used to be so much easier. Now all I see are faces I used to recognize. And names I used to know. Sunday, May 25, 2014. You would walk in the front door. To see your little kids running towards you with smiles on their faces. Momma always said this was your favorite part about coming home.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014. Thank you, and keep writing. Ryan, aka Percival T. Thursday, June 12, 2014. The Twelve Days of Summer.