Some things don't heal, or they heal in a way that every day there's a reminder that it's not like it was before, and never will be again.
Somewhere, I’d left a gap in my armor, a hole in my shield, and now… it had tracked me down again.
If you’re up early enough to watch an entire sunrise, you know it’s not just flipping a switch. It’s an event.
Maybe it's not the most glamorous subject matter (referring to the photos). Therapy probably doesn't rank that high either. But that's not the point Perspective is.
Somehow, these words can have a monumental impact on someone the author will never meet, due to time or distance or both.