He wasn’t sure if he would ever be ok.

And he was ok with that.

The tips got weirder. More specific.

At first he welcomed them, but as time went on, he began to wonder if he would be better off without them altogether.

What he didn’t know, was that things were about to get a lot more twisted....

Teeth rattling, legs burning. No time to look back. No place to go but forward. Forehead bullets falling, catching creases on a map only interested in leaving.

Feet going faster. Almost to the turn. Hands on knees, breathing, gasping. Horns honking, people stopping, lights turning, and then, silence.

And a voice… louder… close by, perhaps even inside.

‘Your time is up. Better run!’...

“A hairbrush…?”

She was looking at the thing in his hand like it was made of material that doesn’t exist.

“A hairbrush…. Really. You’re going to go out there, dodging in and out of dangerous terrain, desperately clinging to life as it threatens to end all around you in a hundred different, equally-violent ways. How is a hairbrush going to help?”

There was a long pause. He looked down at the on...

Goodnight love. I love you so much. And I’m so sorry about everything. All of it. But we will be closer because of it. And I know that I will see you soon, in my dreams or in person. Just remember that I love you no matter what… and I can feel you no matter what. You’re my twin flame and you’re my partner for life. Sweet dreams. Dream about me- I know I will dream about you too. I always do. And s...

If I count the ways I love you

I run out of fingers fast

If I count the ways I love you

I’m afraid they may not last

If I count the ways I love you

All my moments will be spent

Counting ways I love you

Leading to regret

If I count the ways I love you

Will they make you want to stay?

If I count the ways I love you

There’ll be nothing left to say...

I’m up

I’m up I’m up I’m up.

He said, to no one in particular.

It wasn’t that no one cared.

It was just that there was no one there to hear him...

“In other news, police are still searching for local 36 year old Cherry Creek woman Mahta Holmgren, last seen wearing a blue parka and green joggers. Mahta told her family she was going to make the 15-minute walk to a friend’s house late Saturday night, as she often did. But she never got there. Authorities say anyone with leads should contact local police or send tips of Mahta’s whereabouts to-“

...

I don’t know why the caged bird sings.

I too have often been unable to fly, using what I have instead of wings.

I don’t know why the caged bird sings.

But I understand....