"I can't put out the fire

But I'll stay with you

While the edges of the night

grind against your temples"

"A place called here, is somewhere I don’t know very well.

Here is the place between the past and the present.

Here is the place where the memories are.

But I don’t love them until later, 

When I am looking for their pieces between the seats in my car

On the way to the next"

“The End

It feels a lot like the end

How the clouds clap

How the skyscrapers sway

Before everything shatters

The sirens somersault on and on

Down the mountain”

“The dirt intended to bury me is now the mountain I stand on.” Nightbirde

“When Grief comes knocking, answer the door. Let her in.

Let her tell you all that was lost. Let her remind you how marvelous it was. Let her paint your memories in slow motion, let her sing your story with a cello. Let her teach you gratefulness and how to pay attention. Do not turn her away at the door. If you do, she will come back again knocking.”