--there is little else that offers the same comfort as putting pen to paper - and then, smudging the ink with your tears;
little else, almost none, as satisfying as scrawling illegibly and wondering at the clarity of mind that is given there and then;
little that is as weightless and beautiful and guilty as a secret leaked onto paper.
--There comes a point in your life where you begin to question your direction and your destination.
--I'm sorry I left you alone - because sometimes, loneliness and emptiness breeds ghosts. And ghosts, as we all know, feeds and grows on regret and grief and more loneliness, more emptiness.