The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do.
Maybe probably ain’t all that comforting a word when it’s maybe yer not dying.
So we forgive each other?" The crooked smile climbs up one more time. "Again?" And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say. "Always," I say to him. "Every time.
Guessing a thing ain't knowing a thing.
Know yourself and go in swinging, if it hurts when you hit, it might be real, too.
Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.