His Eyes Are The Color Of Honey.

I Loved To Be Alone In The Woods, Especially In The Late Fall When Everything Is Crisp And Golden, The Leaves The Color Of Fire, And It Smells Like Things Turning Into Earth. I Loved The Silence - The Only Sound The Steady Drum Of The Hooves And The Horse's Breathing.

Everyone You Trust, Everyone You Think You Can Count On, Will Eventually Disappoint You.

Every Choice Is Limited. That's Life.

The Walls Are Covered -crammed- With Writing. No. Not Writing. They Are Covered With A Single Four-letter Word That Has Been Inscribed Over And Over, On Every Available Surface. Love.

That Is What Alex Is Now: A Shadow-boy