Everything about me remembers everything about you
I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.
They really hate you, yes they do. They hate everyone, how 'bout you?
I only assumed those dresses were costumes, based on the garish nature of the plumage.
I watched the way they looked at each other. Any idiot could see they were in love, even if they were the only two idiots who couldn't.
Laws of physics laws of love of time and space and the (in)between place (in)between you and me and where we are lost and looking looking and lost