Lindsay

“The girl I love.
The girl who left.
The girl we will remember.
She once told me that you have freckles just like her....
I hope the world gets to see them.”
― Rocky Callen, A Breath Too Late

“And then I told our story. Without our names. Without this town. I told a story of swords and sorrow and secrets. I told of a shadow who learned to breathe and a boy who learned to paint the world bright and new.

The only three words I didn't say were "I love you." But every word had those three crammed between them. "I love you" was swinging from every syllable and hanging off every letter. I love you was whispered in every single line.”
― Rocky Callen, A Breath Too Late

“I think of death, not as a smokestack, but as an opening door.”
― Jane Yolen, Mapping the Bones

“Hope can't be a hollow wish or dream. It needs to be filled, levied, brimming over with intention and action and belief and reaching, reaching, reaching , stretching until your muscles ache because you want it that damn much, and you won't stop reaching until you hold it.
Until it is yours.
I let go too soon.”
― Rocky Callen, A Breath Too Late