I felt like I was an arrow, pulled back and ready to be launched into something big.

But who is ever fair in an argument?

Sometimes careful just isn’t good enough.

Hesitating, I stood in the doorway to the room holding the proof of my sin.

Never stop dreaming or reading.

Sitting outside on a dark night, under the stars, invites confidences amongst people of all ages, and all walks of life. It invokes an intimacy you don’t find under most other circumstances.

What kind of miracle ripped out your heart, and left you breathing?

Nausea and panic rose in my throat. I had killed a man.

I no longer knew what was real and what wasn’t. The lines between reality and delusion had become so blurred.

The poker fell from my trembling hands as my entire body shook with reaction. I fell to my knees, pressed my hands to my face and began to sob. What had I done?

Twenty years old and this man stood ready to take on the world, all for the sake of our unborn baby.

I wanted to soothe and comfort her, the way she had comforted her daughters.

Things are not as they seem. You do not understand. There is no escape. This is all there is.” I had never seen eyes filled with so much sadness.

There was something out there. And it was getting us.

She brushed the tears from their faces and sang them a melancholy lullaby. Her obvious devotion to her daughters pulled at my heart strings, making my chest ache with longing for my own mother.

…I’m tired of everyone looking at me with pity in their eyes. I’m tired of feeling like my heart is being ripped out of my chest every damned day. I’m tired of waking up in...

I sometimes wish I could spontaneously combust. Burn until nothing but ash is left, to be washed away by the wind and the rain.

I wiggled and squirmed in my seat as if I had ants in my pants, but in reality it was merely impatience.

I felt like I was living two lives. One in the present and one in the past.