Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others in a shower of sparks before spinning off into its own distance.

‎"Is it possible to both want and not want something at the same time? For desire to ride with fear?

There are memories I a better off without. Things better lost forever.

What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?

There were never going to be any happy endings for me. I know that now. But that is all right.

I closed my eyes and he kissed my eyelids, barely brushing them with his lips. I felt safe, at home. I felt as if here, against his body, was the only place in which I belonged. The only place I had ever wanted to be. We lay in silence for a while, holding each other, our skin merging, our breathing synchronized. I felt as if silence might allow the moment to last for ever, which would still not be enough.

Work. Write. Read. Keep putting words on the page, because that's the only way you'll get better.