Falling into Place

Gravity is our playmate, momentum is our friend. We are blurs of motion. We are racing, and we are both winning, because we do not race each other.
We race the world, and as fast as it rotates, as fast as it revolves, we are faster.

but she was numb. She wanted it to end.

the time she stopped, she was empty

Some people died because the world did not deserve them.

he believed in broken things.

Not one of them knew that she was lost. Not one of them asked.

humans were inherently crappy creatures

all those lives she had ruined simply by existing.

Funny things, aren’t they? People. They’re so limited

She had a laugh like a knife on skin