That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. Kaeleigh wants to believe in me. I am her twin, forever alive inside her. And when she needs me, I am always here.

When you've only got one little shimmer of sunshine, you capture it best you can.

Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?

Love is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession.

Or might the soul clone itself, create a perfect imitation of something yet to be defined? In this way, can a reflection be altered?

It [death] chokes you, gags you, but you have to pretend that you're doing just fine, not trembling with this fear because the end is close.

I wish I were worthy of his love. (Any love.)I should tell him to run. But I can't. I need him.