Do you think the old times, the good times, do you think they really happened that way? Or is it just easier for us to remember them wrong?
Trust comes from being honest. Saying when there’s a line.
There’s nothing you can offer that nature doesn’t already provide.
The truth is there is only one way forward. One way to move on. We gotta work through what was.
The dead aren’t our problem. In surrounding us, they protect us. It’s why we’re still here. We don’t fear them. They’re us. They were our neighbors, our friends, our sisters, our parents, our children. And one day them. And you, and me.
If you stop fearing what you’re so sure are the endings, you start to see they’re also the beginnings.
