Do you rememberthe nights we got so drunkjust for the hell of it,just because we wereyoung and free and could? Do you remember the timea opossum got into the houseand we had to use broomsto catch the bastard andtoss it from the recycling bininto the front yard? Do you rememberwhen we first methow it felt like we’dknown each other forever,like we’d already been friends,maybe in another life? It doesn’t matter...
It starts with my heart racing. I can feel it beating faster but I also feel it expanding in my chest, putting a pressure on that spikes my anxiety. I tense up. I start panicking, it’s flight or flight time, and I’m used to flight. That’s the kinder, more obvious choice, but that’s not something I can do in public, or in front of friends and family. Only in my...
Everyone experiences the freefall once in their life, I would hope. I would hope that everyone knows what it feels like when their heart explodes in love and turns to gooey mush inside them. There’s a particular feeling of safety and satisfaction when you know you’re loved and cared for, but beware. This love is not a trophy, because love is not a game to be played and won. But...
If I could remake the world I’d start with childhood and I’d keep it a lot longer. School won’t be about memorizing things, but about receiving the navigation we need to go out and be good humans in the world. If we’re late we won’t be called delinquent, we will be called dreamers who took a little bit too long staring at the sky or smelling a flower on the...
We knew from the very first moment that he was the one. He fit the description perfectly – skin white as porcelain, black hair, black eyes, eyes that were a void, and terrible to behold. He came quietly, opening and shutting the door so only the faintest whiff of smoke and light from the burning pyre made its way into the sanctuary. At the altar, he turned and rose his...
