I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.
I was against felonies when a misdemeanor would do.
All you who are in love Aye and can not remove it I pity the pain that you endure. For experience lets me know That your hearts are filled with woe It's a woe that no mortal can cure. -"the Curragh of Kildare
This is Rilke. I wish I had written it for you.
Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his.
The entire room was so yellow that it looked like the sun had thrown up on the walls and wiped its mouth afterward on the dresser and curtains. ---Cole