I Don't Write For An Audience, I

I Am The Person Who Is Appropriating Stories That Are Not Mine And Turning Them Into A Book.

There Was No Time For Kissing But She Wanted Him To Know That In The Future There Would Be. A Kiss In So Much Loneliness Was Like A Hand Pulling You Up Out Of The Water, Scooping You Up From A Place Of Drowning And Into The Reckless Abundance Of Air. A Kiss, Another Kiss.

Sometimes Love Does Not Have The Most Honorable Beginnings, And The Endings, The Endings Will Break You In Half. It's Everything In Between We Live For.

The Light Was Cut To Lace By The Trees That Had Grown So Thick With Leaves In The Last Few Months.

I'm Very Comfortable Writing.