‎"So let me hammer this point home:

I see us all as lonely fires

that have burned alive as long as we remember.

But like all fireworks and all sunsets,

we all burn in different ways:

You are a fast explosion,

and I am the embers."

Confession#9: Sometimes I feel like a panic room. Not the kind where people would go to get away from panic. But the kind that panic goes to get away from people. I sometimes feel it knitting the muscles in my chest together, pulling tight, making sure each stitch is exactly where it belongs.