In My Head There's A

An Idea Might Spark An Essay, But Never A Story.

Consolation Is A Beautiful Word. Everyone Skins His Knee-that Doesnt Make Yours Hurt Anyless.

Wear Your Heart On The Page, And People Will Read To Find Out How You Solved Being Alive.

I Told Him About The Way They Get To Know You. Not The Way People Do, The Way They Flatter You By Wanting To Know Every Last Thing About You, Only It Isn't A Compliment, It Is Just Efficient, A Person Getting More Quickly To The End Of You. Correction - Dogs Do Want To Know Every Last Thing About You. They Take In The Smell Of You, They Know From The Next Room, Asleep, When A Mood Settles Over You. The Difference Is There's Not An End To It.

In My Head There's A Broken Balcony I Fall Off Of When I Speak.