"i know you have seen things you wish you hadn’t. you have done things you wish you could take back. and you wonder why you were thrown into the thick of it all-why you had to suffer the way you did.
and as you are sitting there alone and hurting, i wish i could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back."
--lang leav, memories; poetry, page 9.