…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.
I bet you thought it would be different, being human.
…sharp teeth of an angel.
I write what I feel, and I let it go.
There is mad, mad joy to be found.