“the path is lost, and I’ve become part of the wreckage − another meaningless casualty.” — Ky Grabowski Copy Share Image
“My heart, mind, and soul are spread out, carefully wrapped and filed in this child’s vault. They are my life − captured and displayed.” — Ky Grabowski Copy Share Image
“And the drops of rain. They are delicate, at first, their splashes graceful against pavement. Soon, though, the soft patter grows into a furious… — Ky Grabowski Copy Share Image
“I can feel the grip of lost lives beneath me, starved hearts hoping to escape their shadowy fates.” — Ky Grabowski Copy Share Image
