My obsessions are fading. Finally. So many of the things that I have believed in exist only in my mind. When I'm gone they may not exist at all. That's okay. If you can't burn, smolder.
As much as I babble about love, it's compassion that I'm always looking for. I suppose that you can't have one without the other. I don't know.
"Write what you know," they say. I don't know much.