He had found the most comfortable pair of shoes. They were backless, black leather clogs with a cushion for his foot. He felt like he was walking on a cloud made out of feathers. Each step was almost rehabilitating rather than tiring. He floated along in great pleasure in the knowledge that his feet were wrapped in the greatest shoes ever made. There was something about

He was falling in love and he was losing his mind. The two were completely linked, connected. He began to feel a euphoria and started having delusions which were only present in love and lunacy. Growing in his mind was the idea that everything was going to be alright. He started actually believing that nothing could touch him. With her he was indestructible. He could walk

He would hear remarks about the size of girls. Usually people would remark on how little a girl was or how skinny. This girl has such a small waist, that girl was petite. He wasn’t able to see his girl in that way. His perception was skewed when it came to size. They said she was a tiny thing, but he didn’t see her that way.

He began to realize that she was protected. She hadn’t let down her guard. Unlike him, she hadn’t developed a hard protective layer around her heart due to hurt and use, but she still had a new, bright layer of protection that stood at attention for her. She wouldn’t easily expose herself for fear of becoming damaged. Surrounding her were countless knights dressed in their full

The idea of the joys of parenthood were always elusive to him. Why were people so eager to be burdened with another life? Why were they so excited to bring home a tiny bundle that would prove to keep them up all night? Where was the reward in exhaustion? Was there some value in the fatigue? Love was a strange motivator. The strange thing was the

Pain was so beautiful in all its many colours. It was what made the world interesting. It was what made the world breathe and feel truly alive. Without pain there was numbness, being frozen. That was a feeling he couldn’t bear. He wanted to feel the knife as he was cut, see the deep reds and blues of his blood pouring out of him. He didn’t

The smells became familiar. So did the creaks in the grey painted floor boards, the echoes in the block hallway outside of their little space. The rhythms from the hollow stage as the actors tramped across it were tuned out and forgotten, but they supplied a warmth in the subconscious of something familiar, something known. There was something about the dust sparkling in the beam of

He was a single man. He was constantly being asked by those around him if he had found a girl yet. It seemed that his friends and acquaintances were concerned that he wasn’t with someone. He felt that singlehood was under-rated. There was a unique sense of clarity to singleness which was a prize, a reward for withstanding the temptations of relationship. Within a relationship, which

He stepped outside and was eased into a very warm fall day. When going out in the mornings it was always a surprise (because he didn’t check the weather) what kind of a day it would be. Today it was warm and looked like it was going to be sunny. It was in his nature to relate better with overcast days and rainy weather, but today

Above the street traffic and the dull roar of the furnace from the other room, he heard the shrieks from the children next door. If they weren’t firing orange hockey balls at the garage door, they were screaming over some sort of toy or something. He knew that if he were to find himself in their basement, in their recreational room, he would be stabbing his