She Saw Through The Shell Of Me

...because He Had Been Waiting For Someone To Come Back To Him, So Every Time Someone Knocked On The Door, He Couldn't Stop Himself From Hoping It Might Be That Person, Even Though He Knew He Shouldn't Hope.

I See Myself As Someone Who Makes Things. Definitions Have Never Done Anything But Constrain.

I Imagine A Line, A White Line, Painted On The Sand And On The Ocean, From Me To You.

Instead Of Singing In The Shower, I Would Write Out The Lyrics Of My Favourite Songs, The Ink Would Turn The Water Blue Or Red Or Green, And The Music Would Run Down My Legs.

Grandfather Informs Me That Is Not Possible.