Try Not To Trip. We Don’t Have

If You Turned The Fabric Of Our Lives Over, I Imagined The Design On The Backside Would Be Woven In The Bleak Grays Of Doubt And Fear.

Sometimes I Think You Like Me Better As A Wolf." "sometimes I Do. It Probably Has Something To Do With The Way You Can't Talk.

Like We Were Connected, The Echo Of His Pain Twisted Inside Inside Me. His Pain, My Pain.

I Was Thinking, While I Was Running..." He Paused. "about Not Hitting The Trees, I Hope.

You Haven’t Changed At All. I Expected A Perceptible Difference, But Here You Are, Red-faced Just Like Always.