He took her face and put it on his own.

She saw through his eyes.

"Fear, hope, desire, despair," droned the technician as he cut them out of my head.

I know they’re going to die, but I will love and care for them regardless.

 I frequently find myself needing multiple words to express what I could've done with one.

He tells me

He's cold

But last Winter

He was buried

Six feet underground

While sleep walking, I went to bed to check on myself, found myself peacefully sleeping. 

That plane's flying too low. 

Oh my God.

"Hello, Mom? I love you so much." 

You only live once; but if you do it right, then once is okay .

We stood so close that I could feel his heart beating. And then we jumped.

I captured time in a jar, but forgot to punch air holes in the lid.