". . . Words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth."
I guess love’s kind of like a marshmallow in a microwave on high. After it explodes it’s still a marshmallow. But, you know, now it’s a complicated marshmallow.
‘Graffiti Moon’ by Cath Crowley
But I figure if the world were really right, humans would live life backward and do the first part last. They’d be all knowing in the beginning and innocent in the end.
Then everybody could end their life on their momma or daddy’s stomach in a warm room, waiting for the soft morning light.
‘The First Part Last’ by Angela Johnson


