Brave Thoughts, But Am I Ready To

When Had Eden Grown Up? I Feel Like I Blinked And Missed It.

I Started Writing Seriously When I Was A Teenager, Around 14 Years Old.

There's A Conflicted Look In Day's Eyes, A Joy And A Grief, That Makes Him So Vulnerable. I Realize How Little Defense He Has Against My Words. He Loves So Wholly. It Is His Nature.

You Know, Sometimes I Wonder What Things Would Be Like If I Just ... Met You One Day. Like Normal People Do. If I Just Walked By You On Some Street One Sunny Morning And Thought You Were Cute, Stopped, Shook Your Hand, And Said, "hi, I'm Daniel.

You're Brilliant,"he Says."but You're A Fool To Stay With Someone Like Me." I Close My Eyes At The Touch Of His Hand."then We Are Both Fools.