"It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are."
--Unknown

I am fresh out of things to say. I am deeply uninspired. Every day I check for tumours, because I can sense one lurking right below my skin. I am twenty five and weighed down by hidden tumours and visible malignancies. I exist only between books and cigarettes and half filled bottles of water.

I am slowly disappearing.

sometimes all i see is my horn in the way