My subconscious speaks in a foreign language.
Then again, what are liars if not great magicians?
Things that came apart could be put together again, but never exactly the same.
It was one of those times you feel a sense of loss, even though you didn't have something in the first place. I guess that's what disappointment is- a sense of loss for something you never had.
I would have spoken, had my heart not been in my throat
Maybe it was wrong, or maybe impossible, but I wanted the truth to be one thing. One solid thing.