There Are No Happy Endings, Only Breaks

A String Of Bright White Buildinh, Glistening Like Teeth Over The Slurping Mouth Of The Ocean.

I Didn’t Know It Would Be Like This,” He Says In A Whisper. And Then: “i’m Scared.

It's Amazing How Close I Have Been, All This Time, To My Old Life. And Yet The Distance That Divides Me From It Is Vast.

There Is No Before. There Is Only Now, And What Comes Next.

Black Is Too Morbid; Red Will Set Them On Edge; Pink Is Too Juvenile; Orange Is Freakish