Because nothing was sacred. Not in this world. Not in stones. Not in trees. Not in legacies. Certainly not in love.

— A. Lynn

But sometimes, things are better to just hear. Some questions better left unasked. Some words better left unsaid. Because saying them doesn’t make you matter any less.

— A. Lynn

Carelessness was once something to be owned. They wore it around their necks as they joined the springtime breeze while ducking in and out of the forest believing their fairy tale.

— A. Lynn

Change is coming, she whispered to the bugs bouncing off her window. You can’t escape it.

— A. Lynn

Couches and tables and beds don’t make a home. Home is where you feel less alone.

— A. Lynn

Despite her words about letting go, melancholy washed over her. Because words are easy and often thrown around with trite intentions.

— A. Lynn

I ached with loss that I’d never allowed myself to feel. As if I was leaving something important behind. And that something was me.

— A. Lynn

In the darkness, she listened to the silence. She wallowed in the beautiful nothing it made.

— A. Lynn

Leaving yourself behind is the worst loss a person can know.

— A. Lynn

Something inside her opened strong and raw while she played with those two words. I matter.

— A. Lynn