“…so many ticks steadily around the clock. My heart beats ferociously, as if to say it will not digest this leaving. But you are gone. I could never look into your tormenting eyes again. You mock me with each word… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“Writing is hard. Not as hard as not writing. Not writing is torturous, bloody, chaotic and a gruesome winless battle. A writer who writes,… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“He offered her power, money, status... a giant prison, all in exchange for only...her soul.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“…so many ticks steadily around the clock. My heart beats ferociously, as if to say it will not digest this leaving. But you are… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“He cared less, so they cared more. He said it was beautiful. I knew he was broken.This was his game.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“I had hoped to be disliked by most, not by way of rebellion, but by way of excellence, disdain for the habitual, and the… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“And why is it that time speeds and slows depending on your attendance? I’d like a steady clock, a reliable clock, isolated from the… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“When you miss someone…it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb.… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“She wanted to write about something other then love. Yet her freethinking pen seemed more adhered to her heart then to her head. A… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“Our tongues can’t compete with the rapid thinking of our brains, our words come out slow and slurred. The pen is our haven. There… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“The world I held so closely, she played me like a game, I released and left her laughing to stand on my own two… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“She wanted to write to him. Tell him she was glad he was back, that he was alive, that he was home and safe.… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
