Either way, you are in charge. Jealousy works against you. It takes control away from you, hands it over to the opposition. Maintain control.

A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.

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

The universe is a big place. If I was lost up there, how would you ever find me

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

I really have to wonder who or what made Daddy become this way. Babies aren't born cruel or filled with sick desire. Evil is not intrinsic. It's fashioned.

Girls get screwed. Not that kind of screwed, what I mean is, they're always on the short end of things. The way things work, how guys feel great, but make girls feel cheap for doing exactly what they beg for. The way they get to play you, all the while claiming they love you and making you believe it's true. The way it's okay to gift their heart one day, a backhand the next, to move on to the apricot when the peach blushes and bruises. These things make me believe God's a man after all.