Torture is not torture when there’s any hope of relief.

His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him. In seventeen years no one has said my name like that

I’ve come to believe that the most dangerous man in the world is the one who feels no remorse. The one who never apologizes and therefore seeks no forgiveness. Because in the end it is our emotions that make us weak, not our actions.

I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.

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

And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.

Why sleep when there are books to read.