The Sky The Sky- Same

What Else Do I Have To Offer? Nothing Happens To Me Anymore. That’s The Reality Of Getting Old, And I Guess That’s Really The Crux Of The Matter. I’m Not Ready To Be Old Yet.

Why The Hell Shouldn't I Run Away With The Circus?

When Two People Are Meant To Be Together, They Will Be Together. It's Fate.

The More Distressing The Memory, The More Persistent It's Presence.

I Scan The Room. Catherine Is Writing Quickly, Her Light Brown Hair Falling Over Her Face. She Is Left-handed, And Because She Writes In Pencil Her Left Arm Is Silver From Wrist To Elbow.