I Was Going To Die And It

He Seemed To Be Waiting For Me To Move Forward. Weren't We All.

But, Like Ivy, We Grow Where There Is Room For Us.

What A Terrible Mistake To Let Go Of Something Wonderful For Something Real.

I Realize That We All Think We Might Be Terrible People. But We Only Reveal This Before We Ask Someone To Love Us. It Is A Kind Of Undressing.

I'm Interested In What The Virtues Of All Those Things Are, Especially For The Kind Of Person Who's Made Their Own World That Revolves Around Them, Like Writers Do. It Seems Especially Precious.