As A Writer, Putting Words On The

I Spent My Life Learning To Feel Less. Every Day I Felt Less. Is That Growing Old? Or Is It Something Worse? You Cannot Protect Yourself From Sadness Without Protecting Yourself From Happiness.

I Would Have Done Anything For Him. Maybe That Was My Sickness.

I Am Willing To Be Annoying If That's What Was Necessary.

I Put My Hand On The Doorknob Because I Thought Maybe Her Hand Was On The Doorknob On The Other Side.

I Flipped Back Through The Pad Of Paper While I Thought About What Stephen Hawking Would Do Next.