Love exists in powder. Love exists in pills. We are all addicts.

But you couldn’t touch this kid right now, bullets would have dodged him.

If you aren't just a little depressed, then you aren't paying very much attention to what's going on in the world.

This is how your heart gets snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.

We are symbolic. We are driving to the edge of the city and talking in vague-yet-resolute certainties about our dreams and our futures. We are leaving certain things in the medicine cabinet. We are falling in love.

There she is, lying in front of me, smoking a cigarette, thinking of something or someone else. And that’s how she is stuck in my mind forever. We are two explorers in the dark. Mapless and hopeless. Alone together.

And I could write it better than you ever felt it.