We Are Now As I Wished We

I Don't Think You're Dying," I Said. "i Think You've Just Got A Touch Of Cancer. He Smiled. Gallows Humor.

For The Longest Time, It Felt Kind Of Like My Chest Was Cracking Open, But Not Precisely In An Unpleasant Way.

You Will Not Kill My Girlfriend Today, International Terrorists Of Ambiguous Nationality!

But You Want To See Shapes; You Want To See Stories, So You Pick Them Out Of The Sky.

I Have Never Really Thought Of Him As A Person, Either.... A Guy Whose Strings Were Broken, Who Didn’t Feel The Root Of His Leaves Of Grass Connected To The Field, A Guy Who Was Cracked. Like Me.