Who cares for Algebra?Who delights in solving math?I only want to live my lifeAlong the creative path.

You make me lovely, and it's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love.

Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own - my words are gone.

I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood disease just to make it easier on me and also on them.

You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

I remember running down a road on my way to a nursery of flowers. I remember her smile and her laugh when I was my best self and she looked at me like I could do no wrong and was whole. I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn't. I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me.