“Everywhere I go, I’m second to arrive. My reputation precedes me, and sometimes it skips out on the bill.”

“My reputation precedes me. It shows up about fifteen minutes before I do, eats, and then leaves without paying or tipping.”

“The horizon all around me breathed out perfume announcing her arrival as the fragrance precedes a flower”

“Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes I’m not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all. Sometimes I’m so desperate to touch, to be touched, to feel, that I’m almost certain I’m going to fall off a cliff in an alternate universe where no one will ever be able to find me.”

“Everywhere I go is the river. I’m following it or it’s following me. I know, suddenly, what I must do.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m actually on the wrong planet. It’s great when I’m in my garden, but the minute I go out the gate I think, ‘What the hell am I doing here?”