Was It Harder To Die, Or Harder

He Threw His Burning Cigarette Onto Our Clean Living Room Floor And Ground It Into The Wood With His Boot. We Were About To Become Cigarettes.

I Leapt Eagerly Into Books. The Characters’ Lives Were So Much More Interesting Than The Lonely Heartbeat Of My Own.

Sometimes Kindness Can Be Delivered In A Clumsy Way.

Have You Ever Wondered What A Human Life Is Worth? That Morning, My Brother's Was Worth A Pocket Watch.

Sometimes There Is Such Beauty In Awkwardness.