The Dreams Weren’t As Pleasing When They

What Happened To Me By Myself Felt Partly Dreamed, Partly Imagined, Definitely Shifted And Warped By My Own Fears And Wants. But Who Knows? Maybe There Is More Truth In How You Feel Than In What Actually Happens.

She Spilled Rice On My Knee, And She Smiled. I Wanted Her To Spill A Thousand Things On Me, Lava, Acid, Bricks, Anything, And Smile Each Time

He Didn't Seem To Realize That Three Excuses Was As Good As No Excuse.

To Write A Story, I Think You Really Have To Open Yourself Up To The World.

When She Is Happy, She Can't Stop Talking, When She Is Sad She Doesn't Say A Word.