It’s interesting how much more you see when your perspective has shifted. The other ones that would come in to my room, moving boxes and shifting what-nots, they were organizing and turning the senseless chaos into works of art, the paint on Mica and Dawn’s palette drying from cycles of non-use  ...

There they were, still embracing as Maxwell’s music painted the background, and the crimson played from the radio matching the rouge in my room! It was here that Mica pulled away only long enough to look at her in such a way, their noses so close together. He brushed her hair from her forehead  ...

  It’s interesting how life begins. I think that living and memory are complements of one another, because the first thing you remember, is right where life starts — regardless of when you were born. That first memory is a bit blurred around the edges, like a distant dream, but the living  ...