The Kidnapping, The Kiss. I Brought Him

Hope Keeps You Alive.

I Guess That’s Just Part Of Loving People: You Have To Give Things Up. Sometimes You Even Have To Give Them Up.

You Can Build Walls All The Way To The Sky And I Will Find A Way To Fly Above Them.

I Reach Out And Grab Her Wrist. It Feels Impossibly Tiny In My Hand, Like This One Time I Found A Baby Bird Near Goose Point, And I Picked It Up And It Died There, Taking Its Final Gasping Fluttering Breaths In My Palm.

I'm Starved For Different Light, A Different Sun,different Sky.