“ For someone who loved words as much as I did, it was amazing how often they failed me. ”
One thing I'm sure Colborne will never understand is that I need language to live, like food—lexemes and morphemes and morsels of meaning nourish me with the knowledge that, yes, there is a word for this. Someone else has felt this before.
~ M.l. Rio
For us, everything was a performance.” A small, private smile catches me off guard and I glance down, hoping he won’t see it. “Everything poetic.
I am wretched. Destitute.
