I Love You. Remember. They Cannot Take

Hearts Are Fragile Things. That's Why You Have To Be So Careful.

Don't Worry About What You're Writing Or Whether It's Good Or Even Whether It Makes Sense.

I Hate Skin; I Hate Bones And Bodies. I Want To Curl Up Inside Of Him And Be Carried There Forever.

And Then, Just At That Moment, When I'm No Longer Sure If I'm Dreaming Or Awake Or Walking Some Valley In Between Where Everything You Wish For Comes True, I Feel The Flutter Of His Lips On Mine.

Old Words; Words That Nearly Brought Me To My Knees. Live Free Or Die