With that I took a deep breath and leapt spreading my arms pretending I could fly . . .

The longer I lived the longer it would be until I saw him alive again until I could taste his new lips and run my fingers through his new hair. We could be young and beautiful again . . .

When we cant understand the science behind something in this world we make up mythological entities that we can relate to. We personify the forces of nature that mystify us using our boundless imaginations to comfort us and make us feel like we have some control over these things that are much bigger than we are.

I dont think that science and the paranormal have to be at war in fact its crucial that they work together. It seems nave to believe that the world is exactly as it seems.

I melted into the dream as if I had always been there. I knew where I had come from I knew where I was going.

He would reach for me in the middle of the night nearly every single night wrapping one of those solid arms around my waist and pulling me in close. So. Close.

He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.