My mother used to say not sleeping was the sign of a guilty mind. It could have been. There was a lot in my mind to feel guilty about. When you__e drunk and trying to sleep, your thoughts are visited by the ghosts of those deeds whose heat still glows hottest in your personal darkness. Our actions burn much longer than the moments in which they occur. And drunks like me, we hide from the glow of the embers by fueling other fires and hiding within the flames.

When I take a break, even just a brief one, the creative energy flows in. Only then do I have anything of value to share with others. Once I recognized this, I stopped feeling guilty about taking time for myself.

He trailed his eyes down over her beautiful breasts then told her, __ou__e going to keep your mouth shut and I__ going togive you that Orgasm you asked for._ He thought for a moment she was going to tell him to get lost, but instead she leaned her head back against the wall and pushed her hips out toward him.

Death abides by no one's rules...it takes what pleases it without consciousness to its decisions. It destroys what it will. It took the pieces of perfection I once knew and shattered them. Now what remains are shards of a dream, drawing blood with every step.

Mom used to tell me not to worry when people didn't get me. People throw rocks at things that shine - from the mixed up files of Tilly Adam's journal

He paused leaning over to lay his lips on hers, __t__ time to feel again. Let me save you from yourself. You were drowning when I found you, but I__ not letting you go, not without a fight._ He kissed her sweetly and moved back standing up and over her. Lena looked up at his out stretched hand.__ake my hand Lena._ He offered and she knew he meant it in a way that went far beyond offering to help her stand.