Don't you miss it?" I say. "Being free." He laughs.
For males twenty-five is the fatal age. For women it's twenty. We are all dropping like flies.
It taught that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries onto the paper, and then what it ultimately becomes.
The world seems so clean if you only looked up.
So many of the things I've wanted are the things I've been taught to fear.
Maybe it is desperation. Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love.