All my life I have battled the alarm clock, pummeling the snooze button over and over with mounting self-loathing until the shame is finally strong enough to lever me upright.

In my palm I can feel the echo of her pulse, standing in for the absense of mine.

We have to remember everything. If we don't, by the time we grow up it'll be gone forever.

It's hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once.

Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.