When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain.
We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night...
Many of these girls are not wanted by their families, and there are few things that make it harder to want to stay alive, she said,
