I wished I was old. I was tired of being so young, so stupidly knowing, so stupidly forgetful. I was tired of having to be anything at all. I felt like the Internet, full of...

I gripped against her like she was metal and I was all full of lightning, charged up and jagged and of that moment alone.

I knew it was a day of endings, one way or another.

You take what you can get, I reckon. You take what you can get.

I felt naked beneath the wildness of her eyes. I felt alive. Unknown. And I knew then that the world contained so many things I would never understand.