Maybe This Time She Wanted To Be

I Have Never Really Thought Of Him As A Person, Either.... A Guy Whose Strings Were Broken, Who Didn’t Feel The Root Of His Leaves Of Grass Connected To The Field, A Guy Who Was Cracked. Like Me.

Remember That Time In The Minivan, Twenty Minutes Ago, When We Didn't Die?

Do The Thing You're Good At. Not Many People Are Lucky Enough To Be So Good At Something.

Depression Is A Side Effect Of Dying. (almost Everything Is, Really).

People Are Different When You Can Smell Them And Look Up Close, You Know?