I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.
Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.
She rubbed her eyes, and after a long study of his face, she spoke "Is it really you?" Is it from your cheek, she thought, that I took the seed? The man nodded. His heart wobbled and he held tighter to the branches. It is.
Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.
The days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams.
As always, one of her books was next to her.