I Meet A Person, And In My

And I See That Not Touching For So Long Was A Drive To The Beach With The Windows Rolled Up So The Waves Feel That Much Colder.

I Moved Through The Days Like A Severed Head That Finishes A Sentence.

He Could Not Wait To Get Rid Of Them So He Could Enjoy Remembering Them.

Sometimes I Can Better Describe A Person By Another Person's Reaction. In A Story In My First Book, I Couldn't Think Of A Way To Sufficiently Describe The Charisma Of A Certain Boy, So The Narrator Says, "i Knew Girls Who Saved His Gum."

I Would Like To Go For A Ride With You, Have You Take Me To Stand Before A River In The Dark Where Hundreds Of Lightning Bugs Blink This Code In Sequence: Right Here, Nowhere Else! Right Now, Never Again!