But of course everything presses forward, even as we dig our feet against the reality of it all.

Life is life. You choose to live it or you do not.

The more we lose, the more we become the survivors.

I realize that life is risks. It’s acknowledging the past but looking forward. It’s taking a chance that we will
make mistakes but believing that we all deserve to be forgiven.

Sometimes it’s the mistakes that turn out to be the
best parts of life,

There is a child - a baby - who long since kicked off her blankets. Her skin is ashen and her mouth open in a perpetual yet silent scream. She isn't old enough to roll over, to sit up, to climb. So she lies there kicking her fat legs against the footboard of the crib, eternally calling for her mother. For food. For flesh.