I'm So Tired. I Don't Know If

I'm Telling You That You Got Your Facts Wrong. I Didn't Kill Your Brother. But You Killed My Mother. You Might As Well Have Held The Gun To Her Head!

Now, As We Stand Three Feet Apart And Stare At Each Other, I Feel The Full Distance That Comes With Spending So Much Time Apart, A Moment Filled With The Electricity Of A First Meeting And The Uncertainty Of Strangers.

I Make Sure To Keep A Good Distance Between Us, Just In Case She Decides To Get Happy With A Knife Or Something.

Fantasy And Science Fiction Are Where My Brain Lives.

I’ve Been Searching A Long Time For Something I Think I Lost. I Felt Like I Found Something When I Saw You Back There.