“Not everyone knows what to do when they come across a snowflake in the desert.”

It’s time to see what happens when I fly.

I don’t want to hide. Not from you.

My eyes shut as the fire in my lungs reaches my throat.

If there ever was a time not to be fragile, this is it.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

Darkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way.

I never claimed to be a predator, but right now she’s certainly the prey.

He was unhinged. Shameless. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm.

I may be unhinged, but I’m constantly working to channel my urges. It never stops, the self-restraint, the need for more.

It’s just a question. A question whose answer no longer has the power to hurt me.

Maybe I’ve dragged myself through the mud since then, but even mud hardens beneath your shoes. I must be standing on a mountain of it by now. And no one can touch me from way the hell up here.

Heartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.

Gifts are meant to be wrapped. Honestly, it’s basic etiquette.

Hatred’s the fuel that keeps me alive.

I quickly learned I needed someone who specifically enjoyed, or at the very least could take it, when I hit that point of blinding release. Every time, I lost all sense of the control I work so hard at maintaining.

We have no use for people who don’t want to be here.

Everyone should just drive out to the Mojave Desert and just experience it, and it’s a fun place to live.

The extremes of jungles, mountains, and deserts are inherently dangerous places.

The rules of survival never change, whether you’re in a desert or in an arena.

I read recently that I was born in Arizona. I wasn’t born in Arizona. I was born in New Mexico, but I can understand why people might confuse those two Southwestern desert states.

A desert is a place without expectation.

Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

Our knowledge is a receding mirage in an expanding desert of ignorance.

As drivers desert the city I find myself clinging more and more to my father’s belief that a man without a car is not really a man.