We All Flee In Hope Of Finding

The Natural World Is So Adaptable...so Adaptable You Wonder What's Natural.

I Could See My Face, Crying, In Her Blank Eye.

I Do Not Know What I Regret. I Sit With My Pen, And Cannot Find An End To That Sentence.

There Are Times When Friendship Feels Like Running Down A Hill Together As Fast As You Can, Jumping Over Things, Spinning Around, And You Don't Care Where You're Going, And You Don't Care Where You've Come From, Because All That Matters Is Speed, And The Hands Holding Your Hands.

Keep Thinking. You Can Hear Our Brains Rattling Around Inside Us, Like The Littler Russian Dolls.