My Lungs Sucked At Being Lungs.

She Had This Dark Cancer Water Dripping Out Of Her Chest. Eyes Closed. Intubated. But Her Hand Was Still Her Hand, Still Warm And The Nails Painted This Almost Black Dark Blue And I Just Held Her Hand And Tried To Imagine The World Without Us And For About One Second I Was A Good Enough Person To Hope She Died So She Would Never Know That I Was Going, Too. But Then I Wanted More Time So We Could Fall In Love. I Got My Wish, I Suppose. I Left My Scar.

Life Has Become The Future. Every Moment Of Your Life Is Lived For The Future.

You Are So Busy Being You That You Have No Idea How Utterly Unprecedented You Are.

The Easiest Way To Solve A Mystery Is To Decide That There Is No Mystery To Solve.

Thank You For Wearing That Dress Which Is Like Whoa.