More Than We Can Tell

The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.’

we have to ask questions to hear the quiet people.

We’ve grown so far apart that I’m not sure a map exists to bring us back together.

I don’t want to have a big house and a miserable family.’ And that’s just how we ended up.”

I stare at his message and imagine Mom and Dad devolving to the point of using me as a carrier pigeon.

“Every time I start feeling sorry for myself, I realize someone else has something bigger. And then I feel like a real ass.”

I both want this moment to end and go on forever.

If fate does exist, maybe this is her way of telling me to take control of my own destiny.

Your silence speaks volumes.

all push sometimes, just to make sure someone is on the other side, pushing back.”