The first one, we’ll name Blue.

Time and space recede and blast away like a universe expanding forever outward, and leaving only darkness and the two of us on its periphery, darkness and breathing and touch.

I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.

If you’re smart, you care. And if you care, you love.

I loved to be alone in the woods, especially in the late fall when everything is crisp and golden, the leaves the color of fire, and it smells like things turning into earth. I loved the silence - the only sound the steady drum of the hooves and the horse's breathing.

That is the strangest thing about the world: how it looks so different from every point of view.

That's what time does: We stand stubbornly like rocks while it flows all around us, believing that we are immutable - and all the time we're being carved, and shaped, and whittled away.