Almost always they answer god or booze. One I don’t tolerate. The other, I’m told, doesn’t tolerate me. - Andrea Gibson

SHE’S NOT ASKING WHAT YOU’RE GONNA TELL YOUR DAUGHTER. SHE’S ASKING WHAT YOU’RE GONNA TEACH YOUR SON.

I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color,
but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight.
I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies
and they were real close to looking like the sunrise,
and sometime it takes the most wounded wings
the most broken things
to notice how strong the breeze is,
how precious the flight.

The last, and I mean the last time, I tried to return myself to sender was a year ago this June. After five months so sick I was certain my stomach would never know a butterfly again,