It wasn't as if I always had a penchant for words. It isn't as if I was born with such a treasured gift. But this skill came from somewhere, and not within from me.
My blade is dull against her voice. Perhaps I will sharpen it against her throat... next time.
There are those who will not see you unless you make them see you.
Why do we like the internet so much? Why do we spend hours talking to people whom we have never met? Why do we sit hunched over a glowing piece of plastic when the sun is shining outside or when the stars are twinkling, the moon glowing? Because on the internet, we can be anyone, do anything. We can be someone other then ourselves. We can be who we want to be. We can be something we will never truly become.
"Daddy, where has Mommy gone?" "Your mother went to pick up your big brother, sweetie." "When will she come back?" "Soon, darling. Soon."