…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.
…sharp teeth of an angel.
I write what I feel, and I let it go.
There is mad, mad joy to be found.
This can’t bode well, can it?
Living in my head, it’s not such a bad thing.
I’d love to make you smile now but it’s not the state I’m in.