Lurlene McDaniel

For as long as the world spins and the earth is green with new wood, she will lie in this box and not in my arms.

Lost. The therapist made it sound as if the person could be found. As if death wasn__ final and irrevocable.

But they can't know how the dark space inside me is growing. I lie to them. I can't get out of the dark hole. 'Peace is here' it whispers.

Who wants to be used? I love to read, so books are my main friends. They're always available, always friendly, and always interesting, and they never make me choose sides.

hanging out the window, Amber blew her a kiss. a lump the size of a fist clogged Heather's throat, while a breeze from th sea pushed her thick hair away from her face. tears trickled unchecked down her cheeks.

I hoped for a miracle, but most of all, I hoped for someone to truly understand what I was going through.I can't make you live longer, I can't stop you from hurting but I can give you one wish as someone did for me. My wish helped me find purpose, faith, and courage. Friendship reaches beyond time and the true miracle is in giving, not recieving.

The stems stood tall and straight, one series arranged in a single line, the other in a crudely shaped heart, the final one in the shape of the letter U. I love you.

He__ at the library, I think. Safe and sound in his world of books... Maybe he__l write one someday.

We all didn't come into to the world at the same time so it makes sense that we don't leave it at the same time.

I'll cover you in flowers someday, Julie-girl.

He doesn't teach you what to think, he teaches you how to think

I have a lot of boo-boos, cowboy.""Maybe I should kiss them." He leaned forward, brushed his lips against her forehead, just above the stitches over her eyebrow.She held up her arm where there was an abrasion. "Hurts here too."He kissed the spot."And here." She pointed to her mouth.He kissed her with a pressure as light as the brush of a butterfly's wing.She thought of a hundred places on her body she wanted him to kiss. "I hurt all over.

Are you sorry? Do you wish you could do it all again and go off and write novels instead of being a teacher?No. You can__ trade what is for what might have been.

If it's possible to send a message from heaven, I'll get one to you.