Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?

Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.

One forgets that one is one. I must try to remember this.

I will walk heavy, and I will walk strange.

We all create stories to protect ourselves.

I'm all soils west when the Earth lets go. I'm a thousand Julys.

Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.