Le paradis n'est pas si loin

And when I see your (...)
And when you say my (...)
My heart skips a

Suddenly, the air is warmer, the chai tea/coconut cupackes taste even sweeter, the tips of fingers feel alive again, my voice is soaring, I am soaring. The air pocket in my lungs that was stopping my breath from passing through has popped. Things rearranged. I rearranged. There is someone in that spotlight, across from me, even if he is wary of being up on stage, in front of so many people. His hand is resting on the chair, and he is heading to downstage center, just where he is supposed to meet me. I keep telling myself to break a leg, break an arm, break my neck. Anything but. 
I will follow you into the dark.


Kittens in an umbrella, spinning, spinning, spinning, spitting.

"We used to call it his furry little problem...people were under the impression James was in possession of a badly behaved rabbit."

Things Beowulf must learn from Voldemort:
"You'd think that killing people would make people like you. But...it doesn't. It just makes them dead."