Let's dredge up the past and see what mess we can create.
Between then and now, I have acquired many answers to many questions and many questions that need many answers.
You were always visually pleasing.
Like parallel lines, may our lives never meet.
Let's put all our lies in a jar and watch them fester.
I am not a damsel in distress.
…And so I scream, "Get your head out of the pot infused clouds Quinn! They will only fill your head with dreams and hallucinations. Things that reality really isn't made of."
And if I burn out tonight, at least the embers of my former existence will remain, even momentarily, as reminders of a life I once lived.