The World Just Feels Different For Those

A Lie, As You Probably Know, Has A Taste All Its Own. Blocky And Bitter And Never Quite Right, Like When You Pop A Piece Of Fancy Chocolate Into Your Mouth Expecting Toffee Filling And You Get Lemon Zest Instead.

He Rises Over Me, A Second Sun, And Fills Me With Light And Heat.

That's The Paradox Of Loss: How Can Something That's Gone Weigh Us Down So Much?

Just Because It's Fiction Doesn't Mean It's Any Less True.

Who I Am, And What I Am Capable Of Doing Has Always Managed To Surprise Me.