He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.

The water crumbles on it's way down as my hands and feet push me forward. The world is lightening, taking shape, and turning to color. It feels like it's being painted around me.

One wild card was yet to be played.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death

It's not the place, I think. It's the people. We'd have all been the same anywhere else.

Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind.

It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them