She still dotted her i’s with full circles and felt genuinely thankful for every sunny day. I believed more in dark clouds, in sharp dots, in needing proof in order to feel trust.

“You have to trust the words. They do not create anything more than themselves.”

“When is a night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when y…”

“I have become very good at clearing histories.”

“People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don't ackno…”