litany in which certain

Your father once told you to choose outrunning the grave but never the ghosts. Your mother implored you to remember that sincerity meant the world and love was always enough. Your closest (and maybe only) friends said that holding on has to always be your first choice. And the stranger at the corner, your stranger with the umbrella straining against the rain and a smile half plucked from hell, laughed that some questions just weren’t worth asking.In the end, you take just one piece of advice. (Living is only possible if you keep slipping in and out of each other’s lives — each other’s lies.)