Nonfiction Is Easy And Fiction Is Hard.

Home, Bed, Sleep, Mother--who Knew More Beautiful Words Than These?

I Should Figure Out Why I'm So Much More Interested In Doing Something That I Think Is Really Hard. But, Somehow, The Thing That Is Hard For Me Feels More Noble.

There Was No Time For Kissing But She Wanted Him To Know That In The Future There Would Be. A Kiss In So Much Loneliness Was Like A Hand Pulling You Up Out Of The Water, Scooping You Up From A Place Of Drowning And Into The Reckless Abundance Of Air. A Kiss, Another Kiss.

Maybe The Private Life Wasn't Forever. Maybe Everyone Got It For A Little While And Then Spent The Rest Of Their Lives Remembering.

Seeing Images Of Violence - It's Always About How Somebody's Going To Kill You.