And I Realized As I Walked Through

Love Is A Check, That Can Be Forged, That Can Be Cashed. Love Is A Payment That Comes Due.

Depression, Suffering And Anger Are All Part Of Being Human.

That Was The Thing About Words, They Were Clear And Specific-chair, Eye, Stone- But When You Talked About Feelings, Words Were Too Stiff, They Were This And Not That, They Couldn't Include All The Meanings. In Defining, They Always Left Something Out.

I Felt Like An Undeveloped Photograph That He Was Printing, My Image Rising To The Surface Under His Gaze.

Although She Was Giddy With Exhaustion, Sleep Was A Lover Who Refused To Be Touched.