I had seen the world as either white or black.It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.
Who cares what time you wake up and go to bed? What matters most is what you do with your life in between.
Here's the thing, he said. People see me as a bridge. I'm not as alive as I used to be, but I'm not yet dead. I'm sort of...in-between
i am eithera stormor a drought.in-betweenshave neverbeen my thing.