My father was a doctor. We never got the doctoring bug. He never spoke to us about medicine. Instead, he took us on road trips and taught us to play catch, even me. When we were little, he would read ... [+]
She, a wayward rock comes flying through the vault of heaven crashing into you. You are struck, captivated by the impact, and before you can even flicker a piece of you is gone. Her, love is an arrant thief in the night forever, in your orbit forever, summoning your waves forever, yours.