That Was Part Of Her, And You

I Don't Have A Favourite Book, I Have Hundreds.

If Drunk Were Cookies, I'd Be Famous Amos

For She Had Embodied The Great Perhaps--she Had Proved To Me That It Was Worth It To Leave Behind My Minor Life For Grander Maybes, And Now She Was Gone And With Her My Faith In Perhaps.

Okay, Maybe I'm Not Such A Shitty Writer. But I Can't Pull My Ideas Together, Van Houten. My Thoughts Are Stars I Can't Fathom Into Constellations.

She Cannot Possibly Be Dead, People Do Not Just Die