All This Hoping For Nothing-or Someone-that's Maybe

I Am Bigger Than The Box I'm In.

Usually My Characters, Though Young, Tend To Be Street-wise.

Bruises Mapped My Body From Bumping Into Tables And Tripping Over Curbs While Walking With A Book In My Hand, My Eyes Focused On The Pages Instead Of The Live Space Around Me.

I Want To Believe There Is A Somebody Out There For Me. I Want To Believe That I Exist To Be There For That Somebody.

There. I've Said Everything I Wanted To Say Without Actually Having To Use The Words "please Stay