In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.

nostalgia rolling in like endless waves

having an emotion during ungodly hours

"I think you should -" "Correction: I am in my own body, with my own mind; you do not and cannot tell me what to do."

A romance told in 1 part poetry and 1 part short story.

POETRY ECHOES OFF HER TONGUE 2016, revolved © POETRY | 3

Everything remembered must be forgotten. The gods are glorious, and then they are not -- history is an ongoing clock. It trudges on.

It all started with the smash of a snow globe.

young love blooms in the summer of 2000 and thrives through rose-scented love letters. JAMES RODRIGUEZ © fiona | 2016

❝the endings are always disastrous.❞ an accursed g o d d e s s bound to a never-ending cycle of unreturned love. a charming m o r t a l suffering through the unwanted attention from the many women whom he has at his every whim. © fiona | 2016