Without The Existence Of The

Could I Betray My Absent Heart To Save My Pathetic Life?

It Will Be As If I'd Never Existed. The Words Ran Through My Head, Lacking The Perfect Clarity Of My Hallucination Last Night. They Were Just Words, Soundless, Like Print On A Page. Just Words, But They Ripped The Hole Wide Open, And I Stomped On The Brake, Knowing I Should Not Drive While This Incapacitated. I Curled Over, Pressing My Face Against The Steering Wheel And Trying To Breathe Without Lungs.

It's Easier To Come Up With New Stories Than It Is To Finish The Ones You Already Have. I Think Every Author Would Feel That Way.

Forever Is Only The Beginning

I Don't Want To Be A Vampire. A Lot Of Other People Do And I Think It's That Dual Nature - We Have, You Know, Terrifying/intriguing.