I Think She's Having Hysterics. Maybe You

I Feel Like Reading Really Defined Me As A Writer Because I Lived My Life Outside Of My Own Body For So Much Of My Life And I Loved It. I've Always Been A Reader. I Think Living All Those Stories Served Me To Naturally Take That Next Step To Creating.

I Wanted Him Like I Wanted Air To Breathe. Not A Choice- A Necessity.

I'd Rather Know What You're Thinking - Even If What You're Thinking Is Insane.

"happy Birthday," He Sighed, And Leaned Down To Touch His Lips To Mine. I Reached Up On My Toes To Make The Kiss Last Longer When He Pulled Away. He Smiled My Favorite Crooked Smile, And Then He Disappeared Into The Darkness.

Who Are You And What Have You Done With My Brother?