"We often confuse what we wish for with what is." ~ Neil Gaiman

I'll be right here. (non-fiction: #34/poetry: #78)

But as her eyes began to close And her temperature began to drop And the tears began to fall I did not say a word And as the black began to appear And the funeral began to start I found myself with a pen and paper I haven't stopped writing yet.

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.

june 8, 1984. how apt.

in which marcus and audrey exchange sweaters. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

You were the one. (The gorgeous cover was designed by Forgotten_Poet.)

they were miles and miles apart, with a promise of forever.

All the things I want to do with you.