You might say that death has relaxed me.
It's a strange feeling, being so utterly surrounded by her. Her life scent is on everything. She's on me and under me and next to me. It's as if the entire room is made out of her.
I've always been interested in writing from the perspective of an outsider.
Even in my bravest moment, I am a coward.
We're fumbling in the dark, but at least we're in motion.
I want life and in all its stupid sticky rawness.