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.
i am eithera stormor a drought.in-betweenshave neverbeen my thing.
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
Who cares what time you wake up and go to bed? What matters most is what you do with your life in between.