Human Reason Can Excuse Any Evil; That

Sometimes I Forget That I Can Hurt You. That You Are Capable Of Being Hurt

I Have Something To Tell You," He Says. I Run My Fingers Along The Tendons In His Hand And Look Back At Him. "i Might Be In Love With You." He Smiles A Little. "i’m Waiting Until I’m Sure To Tell You, Though.

I Take A Deep Breath. I'm Not Sure Where That Swell Of Desperation Came From, But Know That I've Acknowledge It, It's Impossible To Ignore, Like A Living Thing Has Awakened From A Long Sleep Inside Me. It Writhes In My Stomach And Throat. I Need To Leave. I Need The Truth.

Life's Something We Already Understand. Death Is A Mystery.

If Utopian Fiction Became The New Trend, I Wouldn't Read It.