• it's like chocolate skin melting under blinding white heat. cold at first, but flowing through touch soon enough. pressed close, but with still a hint of aloofness. it's the fear that keeps us alive, i bet. and maybe i never found that stranger from the bus station because, maybe, that's not how destiny works. the movies make it look so efficient when, really, the process is fraught with mistakes. and i guess i'm scared of being attached to any noun. the verbs take too much time and soul. and if that makes me an adjective, well, i'll have to accept that. i'll keep saying sorry with my eyes and lips and body, if that makes you feel adverb. my heart became hellen keller. "see, i could have me a good guy and still be addicted to them hood rats and i just blame everything on you at least you know that's what i'm good at"

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