You really are a shadow of what you were back then.
Well, every good thing has to end.
Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected.
The windows of my living room, covering the walls with wide views of my front and back yards, fill the room with light during the day and an air of vulnerability during the night.
i wish the world was kinder to you. i wish your past had been easier. but i hope i can make your future something to look forward to.
Home is where the heart is.
There's no good outcome from a house fire.
The reflection wasn’t clear at all, but as you began to describe her grisly deformities, she began to "see" them.
The dead were thrown into the fire. They, too, were byproducts of a much more important process.
I took notice of my four fingered hand and hit it away. "I just want to be close to somebody," I said.
