Did you only ever want the painting, and to throw me away? Maybe the muse isn't always romantic. I once was a muse for a stranger. I...

Maybe I would have gotten more out of enjoying frivolous joys if I cried harder for it — a foretold disposition towards my own attitude;...

spirits can’t escape — they have no place among the living, the joyous. building a playground on deceased land is such disrespect to the...