To Write A Damn Good Thriller, You

Light Streamed Through One Of The Windows And Across Her Face And I Have Never Seen Anything Or Anyone So Beautiful In My Life. If My Heart Had Stopped At That Moment I Would Have Fallen Happy And Fallen Full And I Would Have Seen In Life All That I Had Wanted To See And All That I Needed To See. Fall. Let Me Fall.

They Had Dreams But They Called Them Dreams Because They Were Unrelated To Reality, They Were A Distant Unknown, An Impossibility, They Would Never Come True.

Sometimes Skulls Are Thick. Sometimes Hearts Are Vacant. Sometimes Words Don't Work.

I Turn And I Slowly Walk Away And I Don't Look Back. It Has Always Been A Fault Of Mine, But It Is The Way I Am. I Never Look Back. Never.

This Moment And This Chance, They Are The Same, And They Are Mine If I Choose Them,and I Do. I Want Them. Now And As Long As I Can Have Them They Are Both Precious And Fleeting And Gone In The Blink Of An Eye, Don't Waste Them. A Moment And An Opportunity And A Life, All In The Unseen Tick Of A Clock Holding Me Nowhere. My Heart Is Beating. The Walls Are Pale And Quiet. I Am Surviving.