That Our World Is So Massive That

I Am His, And He Is Mine, And It Has Been That Way All Along.

But There's So Much That Was A Lie, It's Hard To Figure Out What Was True, What Was Real, What Matters.

Evil Depends On Where You're Standing.

Sometimes I Still Forget To Look For The Gentler Parts Of Her. For So Long All I Saw Was The Strength, Standing Out Like The Wiry Muscles In Her Arms Or The Black Ink Marking Her Collarbone With Flight.

Why Are You Constantly Escorting Me Places?” I Say. “isn’t There A Depraved Activity You’re Supposed To Be Taking Part In? Kicking Puppies Or Spying On Girls While They Change, Or Something?