She longed to hide beneath every drop of water in the sea.
If I were reincarnated, I wouldn’t mind coming back as an undiscovered seahorse.
What we do is what means the most.
We all have to share this world. The best way to do that is to be nice to each other.
No matter how many times I had been challenged with having to explain the worst aspects of life, it never got easier.
In life, wisdom usually came with age, but death offered another world.
My schedule became tighter than a corset on a Victorian prostitute.
As a dyslexic with rapid thought, my hands often fly over the page way too fast, and my typing isn’t much better.
The past always has a way of repeating itself, but thankfully it’s never exactly the same.
Sharing my love of stories has led me to find more acceptance and insight than any classroom learning I ever received, but without those technical skills, I would not have been able to do it all.
