Words on the page are never prisoners of the page

A small town has as many eyes as a fly

Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground.

I want my life to be mystifying," she declared, although she didn't know what she meant.

Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes.

Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair.

Yeah, reflections! The same, but different. Like twins - like blood brothers! And when you need something bad done, like punishment or revenge, you'll just ask me, and I will do it -