You can't jump off a cliff when you have already fallen off a bigger one.

I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.

Just as I lay back, she sat up. I sat up, and she flopped back down. Awkward. That was my every move when it came to her. Now we were both lying down, staring up at the blue sky.

Do you believe in love after last sight?

We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.

Got it. Demon. Death. Doom.

What we had went so much deeper than a kiss. When we were together, she turned me completely inside out. It didn't matter if we were dead or alive. We could never be kept apart. There were some things more powerful than worlds or universes. She was my world, as much as I was hers. What we had, we knew. The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay. Anybody who's ever been in love can tell you that.