Reading Forces You To Be

My Head Was Level With Hers As We Stared At Each Other From Opposite Sides Of The Glass. I Don't Remember How It Ended - If I Went To Bed Or She Did. In My Memory, It Doesn't End. We Just Stay There, Looking At Each Other, Forever.

A Desert Blessing, An Ocean Curse.

They Like Their Coffee Like They Like Their Ex-boyfriends: Bitter.

I Still Think That Maybe The "afterlife" Is Just Something We Made Up To Ease The Pain Of Loss, To Make Our Time In The Labyrinth Bearable. Maybe We Are Just Matter, And Matter Gets Recycled

That Didn’t Happen, Of Course. Things Never Happened The Way I Imagined Them.