The Screaming flashed me back to a time when mom and dad were still together if you could call miles apart together.

Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.

Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don't, one blink and they might disappear...forever.

I want to know living love. And I don't want to wait for it.

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

Evil is not intrinsic. It's fashioned.

Easier, sometimes, to gulp down giant spoonfuls of uncertainty than it is to swallow throat-clogging capsules of what really is.