If beauty is truth, and truth is beauty, they are defined by each other, so how do we know the meaning of either?
Truth, Beauty, Words
I know I wrote letters to people with no address on this earth, I know that you are dead. But I hear you. I hear all of you. We were here. Our lives matter.
Life, Death
I think Hannah must be afraid like I get afraid, the way I did when I heard the river, the way I do when I don't even know what the shadow is, but I feel it breathing.
Love, Fear
Because I think that by beauty, you don't just mean something that's pretty. You mean something that makes us human.
Beauty, Human, Pretty
But no one else can save you, not really. Not from yourself.
Life Lessons