I don't know why, some things I see through your eyes before I see them through mine. Like now. In a perfect, or perhaps just different world, the clonk of...
Whenever it happens, I try to swat away the memories with an extra energetic push out of bed. The kind that leaves you suspended in the air for a millisecond, a quick "and..." before...
(Based on a text that I wrote in January 2016) “Have you ever thought about your last words? What they'd sound like?,” River says shrugging his shoulders. He keeps them...