You fill a hungry place shaped like your darkness.
Love, Darkness, Desire
Why not laugh again, and let your joy be my monument?
Love, Inspirational, Joy
Baby, don't build a monument for me of your sadness. You wouldn't have wasted your tears when I was alive. Why make an ocean of them now when it's over? The future you dreamed is a dream. Dream something else.
Love, Dreams, Sadness
Editing fiction is like using your fingers to untangle the hair of someone you love.
Fiction