It Feels Like I Am Wasting Time.

Measure The Hope Of That Moment, That Feeling. Everything Else Will Be Measured Against It.

That's It - Hundreds Of Texts And Conversations, Thousands Upon Thousands Of Words Spoken And Sent, All Boiled Down Into A Single Line. Is That What Relationships Become?

I Never Felt The Urge To Jump Off A Bridge, But There Are Times I Have Wanted To Jump Out Of My Life, Out Of My Skin.

With All Due Respect, If You’re Forty-three, Then I’m A Fetus.

I Barely Notice Colors Unless I Taste Them. Not The Yellows Or The Greens. I Taste The Deeper Blues. The Darker Reds.