That Was The Worst Part

I Didn’t Need You, You Idiot. I Picked You. And Then You Picked Me Back.

And Then I Was Asleep. That Deep, Can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth Sleep, That Sleep That Is Not Particularly Restful But Difficult To Wake Up From All The Same.

I Thought Being An Adult Meant Knowing What You Believe, But That Has Not Been My Experience.

He Called Out To His Fellow Monks,'come Quickly I Am Tasting Stars.

She’s The Kind Of Person Who Either Dies Tragically At Twenty-seven, Like Jimi Hendrix And Janis Joplin, Or Else Grows Up To Win, Like, The First-ever Nobel Prize For Awesome.