I Am Bigger Than The Box I'm

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.

Well What's In Your Amazonian Hope Chest?

So He's Worth A Second Shot? The More Apt Question, My Dear, Is: Are You?

Can We Try To Be Wise With Each Other For A Very Long Time?

There Is No Such Thing As A Soulmate...and Who Would Want There To Be? I Don't Want Half Of A Shared Soul. I Want My Own Damn Soul.