“Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…”

“I don't want someone to believe my lies, I need someone to accept my truths.”

“Maybe Heaven will be a library. Then I will be able to finish my to-read list.”

“Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.”

“I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.”

“...and the smoke that creeps off the tip of my cigarette and into the dim, scattered strands of light leaking off the moon, in through the clefts in the curtains, is much like my spirit trying to escape the burn of yesterday's presence.”

“I am but a firefly caught in his jar and when he looks at me, I can’t help but glow.”