School Is School-she Wants It

I've Worn Black Today, Because I've Heard So Often That It's Supposed To Be Slimming. But Instead I Am This Sphere Of Darkness Submarining Through The Halls.

We Love And We Feel And We Try And We Hope.

Maybe Relationships Could Have Fractals, Too. And Maybe The Sense Of Loss Was When You're Becoming A Fractal Of What You Once Were To Each Other.

He Has No Idea How Beautiful The Ordinary Becomes Once It Disappears.

I Say Good-bye To Hope, But I Also Say Good-bye To Hope's Disappointment.