But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.

In the lead-up to the launch of my new book I Was Here, I’ve seen a lot of discussion about depression and suicide and mental health and YA dealing with such intense matters. What I haven’t seen discussed is kittens.

I recognized that the kiss was a door I had walked through.

And our lips. There isn't enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that our lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss. The electric current switches to high. The lights throughout all of Brooklyn must be surging.

Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it's as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny

What's that sound I hear? It's just my lifetime It's whistling past my ear

Are you happy in your misery? Resting peaceful in desolation? It’s the final tie that binds us The sole source of my consolation" “blue