“...The drunk and the maimed both are dragged forward out of the arena like a boneless Christ, one man under each arm, feet dragging, eyes on the aether.”
“Wether you like it or not, life drags you forward.”
“It's unclear who moves first. We're in each other's arms, lips locked, melded, hotly fused. Our hands drag over each other, reacquainting, remembering, almost as if we're both verifying the other one is real flesh and blood.”
“You've got the freedom to walk out if you drag you down. You've got the freedom to walk out, If they drag you down. If they drag you, If they drag you. Walk out.”
“I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.”
“As travel pushes me forward, memory keeps dragging me backward.”