The only limit we have is our imagination,
although it's hard to believe it when you are bleeding.
I am not going to tell you to imagine that the sword did not cut
but you can imagine that you will heal
stronger with the scar.
-
Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
-
"Well...that was dramatic." I didn't know what he meant until I saw the ink spilled everywhere and the moths in her hair like ...