It Doesn't Feel Like A Date. It

In The Next Election, I'm Voting For Your Mom To Be The Next God.

Life Goes On Is A Redundancy. Life Is Defined By Its Going On.

That Air. The Air Afterwards. I Wanted To Breathe It In. It Felt Right To Breathe It In. Because We Were Breathing Them In, Weren't We? And The Building. We Were Breathing It All In. And I Thought, There's A Part Of This That's Actually A Part Of Me Now. I Now Have That Responsibility. I Am Alive, And I Am Breathing, And I Can Do The Things This Dust Can't Do.

We Were Painting By Numbers, Starting With The Greens. Because That Happened To Be Our Favorite Color. And This, We Figured, Had To Mean Something.

Her Vulnerability Is Open, But She’s Safe Within It.