I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

I love you. You are closest to my heart, closer than any other human being. You are my extension. You are my prayer. You are my belief in God. For better or worse you inherit me.

Even without wars, life is dangerous.

Thief!- how did you crawl into, crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long.

I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.

All I am is the trick of words writing themselves.

God owns heaven but He craves the earth.