Its A Fine Line Between Love And

We Do Not Start As Dust. We Do Not End As Dust. We Make More Than Dust. That's All We Ask Of You. Make More Than Dust.

Happiness Is So Rarely A Part Of My Vocabulary, Because For Me It's So Fleeting

But There Was Something About You That Made Me Think Of Sparks And Motion.

The Word I Think Of Is Precarious. I Am Struck By How Precarious It All Is. How The Things That Hold Us Are Only As Strong As The Faith We Have In Them.

... I Love Books About Freaks," Because I Am One. You Might Be, Too. Let's Be Freaks Together?