No One Can Tell Us No. No

We're Killers, All Of Us: We Kill Our Lives, Our Past Selves, The Things That Mattered. We Bury Them Under Slogans And Excuses.

My Heart Is Fluid And Soaring. There's No Longer Any Space Between Heartbeats.

I’m Sorry,” He Repeats Again, Too Low For Raven And Tack To Hear. “i’m Sorry For Everything.

Maybe All Of These Different Possibilities Exist At The Same Time, Like Each Moment We Live Has A Thousand Other Moments Layered Underneath It That Look Different.

But It Does Not Tell You This: That Love Will Turn The Whole World Into Something Greater Than Itself.