Now, After So Many Years, I Understand

There Are More Of Us Than You Think.

You Have To Understand. I Wasn't Just Thinking Of Me. I Was Thinking Of Her, Too.

I Wish I Could Close My Eyes And Be Blown Into Dust And Nothingness, Feel All My Thoughts Disperse Like Dandelion Fluff Drifting Off On The Wind. But His Hands Keep Pulling Me Back: Into The Alley, And Portland, And A World That Has Suddenly Stopped Making Sense.

There Is So Much Fragility In Kissing, In Other People: It Is All Glass.

Sarah: "not Bad. You Look Almost Human." Lena: "thanks." Sarah: "i Said Almost." Lena: "well, Then, Almost Thanks.