"This is the last straw," Alma said. She had just opened the mail at the kitchen table. Sitting opposite, Walter peered over the top of his newspaper. "What straw is that?" "It's anothe ... [+]
I often cling too longingly during hugs, hold that hand one awkward (beat) too long. Sometimes I disparage myself, because I like to be reassured others care.This world of warmth and friends is a strange one for me. It lacks the isolation and cruelty I am used to.There is a safety here. Sometimes the greatest gift is an absence of fear.Unfortunately, even this absence sometimes births it.Do you recognize the fervency behind my laughter? The mania behind my jokes?I worry I do not belong here. That all those I love will realize I am not worthy of these kindnesses.That, I am Lucifer. Become too b