Openings come quickly, sometimes, like blue space in running clouds. A complete overcast, then a blaze of light.

Kill off all my demons and my angels might die too.

Don't you think there is always something unspoken between two people?

We're left alone with each other. We have to creep close to each other and give gentle little nudges with our paws and our muzzles before we can slip into sleep and rest for the next day's playtime.

Time doesn't take away from true friendship, nor does separation.

Why is it so damn hard for people to talk?

I cannot write any sort of story unless there is at least one character in it for whom I have physical desire.