“How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?”

“One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake faces.”

“And how can it be he's so in love with me? To grow up without love, and still have so much inside?”

“I don't think we'll get caught, but the very possibility is half the fun.”

“He has built a pedestal for her so tall that she is afraid to be lifted atop it, because to fall would mean certain death. But oh, she would rise far, far beyond fear and be held by arms so strong, and love so pure, that falling would not be an option.”

“It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on...”

“Despite whoever created it, it's my world, & the only one I've got. Might as well make the best of it, right? Might as well have a little fun while I'm here. Or a lot of fun. Might be dead tomorrow.”