transitional moments

happen when I learn things about him in seemingly casual words.

extremely stressed out

so she told me to get a lot of FRESH AIR and fruit.

a Shakespeare kind of day

"Doubt thou, the Starres are fire,
Doubt, that the Sunne doth moue:
Doubt Truth to be a Lier,
But neuer Doubt, I loue." - W.S. Hamlet, Act II, Scene II 

Inspiration

Where do you find yours?

His moments of weakness

She's tucked away into neat spaces in my mind. But sometimes their contents burst open and cloud my judgement. They hurl my rationality into a dark, suffocating corner.

An exercise in futility

She'd shed her skin, leave her body and her world behind if she she knew she could feel something.