“Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards.”

“Words, words, words, a million million words circle in my head like hawks, waiting to dive onto the page to rend and tear the only two words I want to write.Why me?”

“The words he had written wiggled off the page and escaped from the drawer. The letters stacked themselves, one on top of the other. Their towers reached higher and higher until they stood majestic and tall, surrounding Neftali in a city of promise.”

“I didn't mean to send love letters, but that is what they became. On their way to you, my words turned into heartbeats on the page.”

“I was heading off to my new world. But I was taking a part of my past, and the future, along with me for the ride.”

“Surreal. It was his word of the week. "This must be one of the circles of hell Dante accidentally left off the list.”