You can see the Angels in teardrops. They are there to wipe away our tears when no one is to be found.

I like working alone. I feel freer, less constrained. I know what I have to do and I try to do it. There are no superficial hangups.

I'm so accustomed to being alone.

Freedom of being alone is intoxicating.

Being alone is very difficult.

Come here, baby." And with my words, Echo leaned into me soft, pliant, broken. "You're not alone," I whispered into her hair as I cradled her in my arms. "You're not alone, because you have me." And I love you, more than you could ever know