Part of my brain can see that Paul grows tired of my chatter, but another part of me knows that he must recognize the truth; Truth is rushing through me like blood through my veins and only some act of violence can stop it. I cannot stop talking.
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Sunday, June 08, 2014
At first, I thought it was a cultural thing like, I don't know, a story reading for the public library or something - but when I saw his face, I knew something was wrong.