Nobody actually ever does this—escaping through a window.

The foolishness of chasing the moon ached my heart. I was stuck between the moon and the shore and surrounded by an empty sea.

The worst thing that can happen to us is that our wings melt and we fall into the sea.

We speed through the streets past modern buildings and ancient architecture. Gazing through the taxi window Rome becomes a wet painting someone has wiped a hand across.

Trees were made of vibrant green leaves sitting on the shoulders of shy green leaves too embarrassed to show themselves.

Hope distracts you from pain – it’s pain with red lipstick on to seduce you.

Her honey-blonde hair is strewn across her face as she sways her head. She’s working a red sequined bikini separated by a tan, flat stomach, and a butterfly tattoo resting on her left hip. Her...