What I Talk About When I Talk About Death
Death is a mirror in which only our shortcomings and insecurities reflect back.
How Not To Solve Problems
If I were forced to claim allegiance to one kingdom, I would be wearing the Family Crest of Eternal Silence across my chest. When I am mad at someone, I say nothing because I know if I start to speak, all that will come out is the wrathful hissing of my inner pit viper that threatens to poison everything with hateful, vituperous words.