Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.

My words wear no parachutes as they fall out of my mouth.

I spent my life folded between the pages of books. In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters.

I'm wondering how many more mistakes I'll have to make before things finally fall into place. If they ever will.

I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend. The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body. I want to know where to touch you, I want to know how to touch you. I want to know convince you to design a smile just for me. Yes, I do want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend in the entire world.

I want to smash this concrete world into oblivion. I want to be bigger, better, stronger. I want to be the bird that flies away.

Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.