Fear is a better friend than you, who feel nothing, beneath the weight of my pain.

If I come back to you now, can we be what we were before life’s uncertain rhythms tore us so far apart? If I return today, will your arms gather me in, or will I be wrenched away, snatched by riptide I have no power to resist? If I find my way to you, one man standing in a crowd, will I even know who you are?

I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill they decide to die.

I know I can't stay here forever

I am different. And I don't understand exactly how. And I don't understand just why.

The more I think about it, the more I believe there has to be a subtle yet satisfying method of revenge.

She is angle. I am curve. Together, we are geometric sculpture, and we make perfect sense.