Is This Muteness A Real Physical Handicap?

But I'm Not Afraid Of The Skeletons In Julie's Closet. I Look Forward To Meeting The Rest Of Them, Looking Them Hard In The Eye, Giving Them Firm, Bone-crunching Handshakes.

The World That Birthed That Story Is Long Gone, All Its People Are Dead, But It Continues To Touch The Present And Future Because Someone Cared Enough About That World To Keep It. To Put It In Words. To Remember It.

I Want Life And In All Its Stupid Sticky Rawness.

I Want To Change My Punctuation. I Long For Exclamation Marks, But I'm Drowning In Ellipses.

You Might Say That Death Has Relaxed Me.