I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.

I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.

Fate, I think, is a thief.

I was born into a world that was already dying; I belong to it.

‎I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I'm touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again.

The madness of youth made me unafraid.

I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.