“I've lost touch with myself.
It seems like she and I have not touched base for ages,
I can't remember the last time I talked to her, honest to God.
She's always been my best friend—my vicarious better half.
It's such a shame, really...
I wish I knew what she was up to these days.
I really, REALLY do.
It's not as though you can close a bond like ours
when the room gets too messy; you can't just shut the door.
It's common knowledge they'll only open a window
... and sneak out.
I don't know where she is now.
She could be on a train to the other coast, for all I know.
I quit listening to her wishes a long time ago.
Shame on me.”
― Heather Angelika Dooley, Ink Blot in a Poet's Bloodstream
" Guys! Here! Here! " Emily shouted among the crowded club, that she was barely hearable.
