You're not broken. You're perfect. And when you get to get away from these kids, you might finally have a good man.
, he said. Poor Jos. Days had gone by for me. It wasn't that I had forgotten about him, I always knew that he was out there. It just stopped seeming to matter. I was already dead. I had already moved on into this afterlife. I was someplace that he co...
Since when do you look out for me? You really have grown up." "Had to happen sometime," I say.
I'd watch his smooth chest rise and fall with each steady breath, I'd watch the pulsating of his stomach when he laughed, and I'd never forget to make a comment or two about the wispy trail of grey fuzz that lined up perfectly centre with his body - ...
I am the collector of the past.
It surprised me that I was already using the past tense. People I knew. As if I didn't know them anymore.
Zac dangled his legs off the edge of the building, hanging onto every word I said as though I were some old time bard telling an epic war tale. I tried to be as detailed as possible, and I knew that I was doing a good job when he'd lean back and shut...
P.S. It's not schizophrenia, it's creativity, there is a difference. My voices go away after I let them tell their stories.
I have led you down a road of deception just to correct you and make you look like an uneducated ass
