People can change... no matter where they come from, no matter where they think they ought to go, people can make their own way.

Love is a sliver of sunlight peeking through the darkness; a whisper of hope when all is lost.

 Wasting time is a stupid thing to do in this big ol' ugly world.

We cry in our own rooms, remembering a man who will never be here again.The house creaks. Maybe it feels the weight of our grief, maybe the floorboards are buckling because the burden is too heavy.