Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.
Ann AguirreWe stand a professional distance apart, as if I canโt feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his; they share a joint soundโthat of glass breakingโuntil they swell to a crescendo that deafens.
Ann Aguirre