Sometimes The Dreams That Come

You Save Yourself Or You Remain Unsaved.

Loss Could Be Used As A Measure Of Beauty In A Woman.

Well, It's My Voice, So It's More Accessible That Way, And There Are Also All Sorts Of Things Like Plot And Timelines That Are Already Known Entities, So For Me, It's Very Different From Writing Fiction.

And My Sister, My Lindsey, Left Me In Her Memories, Where I Was Meant To Be.

I Loved The Way The Burned-out Flashcubes Of The Kodak Instamatic Marked A Moment That Had Passed, One That Would Now Be Gone Forever Except For A Picture.