The Grim Punctuation.

I comply, while fear drags me into the writing room.

The way I feel.

I can't work well with proportionate emotional exhibition. 

Foolish.

The adventures of someone who chased lost voices.

The Response.

And by this point I guess I am used to it. But I am getting tired of getting used to things.

The End.

I wanted you to paint me in trust, and we would be the best of friends, because we're too clever for love. I did a good job avoiding clichés. All these years I decided for myself that being alone was...

??? – Questions

Why does everything I have, remind me of everything I don’t?

I don’t forget my coat anymore.

But the future isn’t what it used to be and everything seems nice about the past except how it led to the present.

Interplay.

I can't buy you flowers, I won't actually by choice. I'd rather write you a story. What good are flowers when I can create a universe just for you?

I love you so, Felicia.

I love you so, Felicia, forgive me if that isn't nearly enough.