People Are Like Ants: Just A Few

An Itchy Feeling Began To Work Its Way Through My Body, As Though A Thousand Mosquitoes Were Circulating Through My Blood, Biting Me From The Inside, Making Me Want To Scream, Jump, Squirm. I Ran.

You Don't Reach Points In Life At Which Everything Is Sorted Out For Us. I Believe In Endings That Should Suggest Our Stories Always Continue.

Rainstorms Are Incredible: Falling Shards Of Glass, The Air Full Of Diamonds.

He Looked At Me Like I Was Beautiful.

I Was Glad When The Invalids Were Executed