Nick rubbed his hand across his face as he tried to make sense of her prattle. But that was the thing about Simi. She seldom made sense.
People aren't just ants rushing around over a crust of bread. Every life, no matter how isolated, touches hundreds of others. It's up to us to decide if those micro connections are positive or negative. But whichever we decide, it does impact the one...
The worst wounds, the deadliest of them, aren't the ones people see on the outside. They're the ones that make us bleed internally.
Sorrow spares no one, and scars respect no person.
I'm beginning to think the only choice anyone has in life is between either a bad choice or a worse one.
Trust the Simi. She ain't never wrong.
