People fear what they can not understand and what they can not control.
Joey told me nothing ever goes back exactly the way it was, that things expand and contract- like breathing, but you could never fill your lungs up with the same air twice.
You must be crazy, after all, if a bird loves you.
I love how, whenever you tell me a story, you go backwards and forwards and tell me everything else that could possibly be happening in every direction, like an explosion. Like a flower blooming.
There is something inside all boys that drives us to go away again and again and again.