…it’s much less stressful to tie a string around that spotlight and tug a little to make sure you never quite leave its warmth.

…it’s much less stressful to tie a string around that spotlight and tug a little to make sure you never quite leave its warmth.
…the anger has cooled, the hatred is gone, leaving in its wake a small pool of pity.
It’s all gone to hell.
…sharp teeth of an angel.
I write what I feel, and I let it go.
There is mad, mad joy to be found.
Living in my head, it’s not such a bad thing.
A heart monitor with no ups or downs reflects a dead heart.
I’m a fixer, but I can’t fix this.
That thing your best friend does for you when nothing makes sense in your head…