I Remember Things The Way They Should

But Mostly They Were Lies I Told; It Wasn't My Fault, I Couldn't Remember, Because It Was As Though I'd Been To One Of Those Supernatural Castles Visited By Characters In Legends: Once Away, You Do Not Remember, All That Is Left Is The Ghostly Echo Of Haunting Wonder.

I Don't Care What Anybody Says About Me As Long As It Isn't True.

I Think Of Myself As A Stylist, And Stylists Can Become Notoriously Obsessed With The Placing Of A Comma, The Weight Of A Semicolon.

I Couldn't Understand A Sense Of Unease That Multiplied Until I Could Hear My Heart Beating.

Every Day Is A New Day With Me. All Holds Are Off. All Contracts Are Forgotten.