My loneliness tasted like pennies.

The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would always be like this, that my life could be a party just for me.

What was the point in such loneliness among people. At least if you were by yourself, you had a good reason to be lonely.

And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.

Never apologize. Never explain.

Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.

She wanted to wake up like Dorothy and see Michael's face peering over the side of the bed, laughing. WHY, YOU JUST HIT YOUR HEAD. But it was not a dream and there was no Kansas and he was never coming back.