Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".
Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?
Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.
I love the sea because it is boundless.
Even a mistake is better than nothing.
Something about being rejected at Church Camp felt so much more awful than being rejected at school.