Alex Is Dead, Do You Hear Me?

He Is No Longer Mine To Lose, But The Grief Is There, A Gnawing Sense Of Disbelief.

Love: A Single Word, A Wispy Thing, A Word No Bigger Or Longer Than An Edge.

Mice? Fine. Flying Mice? Not So Fine.

It Was Unfair That People Could Pretend To Be One Thing When They Were Really Something Else. That They Would Get You On Their Side And Then Do Nothing But Fail, And Fail, And Fail Again. People Should Come With Warnings, Like Cigarette Packs: Involvement Would Kill You Over Time.

And How She Looked At Me Like I Could Save Her From Everything Bad In He World. This Was My Secret: She Was The One Who Saved Me