I saw his face change. His eyes widen. He lunged at me. I wouldn't let go. We stared into eachother's eyes and clawed at eachother's throats. As we rolled over the edge of the water tower and fell the whole way down, I was only thinking one thing ...Lena

The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

Fate decides until challenged by the fated

A little known fact: I read all the time. books were the one thing that got me out of Gatlin, even if it was only for a little while.

Everything about me remembers everything about you

falling not flying one lost muddy shoe like the lost worlds between me and you

red plastic rain her tears stain