Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once.

Readers embrace all kinds of characters as long as they are written with emotional truth.

lying awake beside you, these thoughts run through my head.

She is carrying herself through the day, and it’s not an easy task.

It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present.

Without you I wouldn't have been able to contain the hate. I would have used it against myself. You're the one who helped me control it. My mind spun out to other things. But it always came back to you.

Deep breaths. I am taking deep breaths. Composure. Which, for me, means composing... Maybe this is my way of creating the illusion of control over something I have no control over. Like, if it's just a story I'm telling or a song I'm singing, then I'll be okay because I'm the guy who's providing the words.