The Fear Of Air

Maybe I come from dust. And maybe the air and the lights and the world will one day tear me apart and to dust, I will return. But if you ever see me again, in this life or the next, there will be enough of me left, to become a rock.

Or something, at least, that you can lean on.

The Wry Catcher

If sadness is what happens when you turn your anger inwards, hope is what happens when you turn your happiness, outwards.

The Wasted Stone

And I've seen what you make for money and I've seen what you do for fame. I've seen what you do to make people like you and I've seen what you swallow to ease the pain. I've heard what you say out of malice and I've heard what you spat out of spite.

But none of these things make you happy because not one was done for love.

The View From Our Kingdom

Get the bedding and the pillows. Get a mattress too (we'll need all the sheets in the house). We're going to build a fort. And it's only going to be big enough, for just me and you.

The Statistics Deny Your Theories

People aren't sand. No matter how many you have around you and no matter how they feel about you.

You still have to love them one at a time.

The Sins Of Stationery

To: You

Every office memo dreamed of being a love letter. If only it had the words.

The Humans Aren't Recyclable

I hold you like I do, tightly because I know that one day, I'll die.

And I am determined to do it with a smile on my face.