I Measure The Moment In The Heartbeats

I Am Breathing. In Dreams, We Never Bother To Breathe.

It's As If When You Love Someone, They Become Your Reason. And Maybe I've Gotten It Backward, Maybe It's Just Because I Need A Reason That I Find Myself Falling In Love With Her. But I Don't Think That's It. I Think I Would Have Continued Along, Oblivious, If I Hadn't Happened To Meet Her.

The Truth Feels Different From Other Things. The Closest You Can Come To Describing It Is That It Feels Like Taking A Perfect Breath.

Readers Embrace All Kinds Of Characters As Long As They Are Written With Emotional Truth.

But The Thing About A Cry For Help Is That Someone Else Needs To Be Around To Hear It.