Sometimes, my friend, I wish I could just escape this world for some weeks. Not anywhere, but to a specific place where my soul could be at rest. A place where I could see from the beginning to the end of my mind, and just be able to decide what I need to keep from …

Imagine that we stay up all night, your words and mine melding together and forming our very own foundations for everything that will follow. You ask me about my childhood and I’m sick of sugarcoating it. I say, “you’re just as guarded as I am,” and you knock down enough space in your walls for …