Perfection is a promise, and a reassurance that we are not wrong.
Somewhere in the endless spinning of eternity that one, tiny, fraction of a second where our lips met is lost forever.
You see, we didn't know.
My heart is fluid and soaring. There's no longer any space between heartbeats.
So are you going to be my knight in shining armor or what?' Kent does a little bow. 'You know I can't resist a damsel in distress.
The hours here are flat and round, disks of gray layered one on top of the other...they move slowly, at a grind, until it seems as though they are not moving at all. They are just pressing down.