Every time I go to sleep, I know I may never wake up. How could anyone expect to? You drop your tiny,… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“I finally drift back to sleep. I'm in the darkness. The molecules of my mind are still scattered, and I float through… — isaac marion Copy Share Image
I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
She gathers my half of the blankets around her and curls up against the wall. She will sleep for hours more, dreaming… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
Maybe this is why I sleep only a few hours a month. I don't want to die again. This has become clearer… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“These people, these beautiful Living women, they don't seem to make the connection between me and the creatures that keep killing everything they love.… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“You and I are victims of the same disease. We're fighting the same war, just different battles in different theaters, and it's way too… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“She looks at her wrist, those thin scars like an entry stamp for some horrible concert. 'All the shitty stuff people do to themselves...… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“I guess I talk a lot of shit about Perry, but it's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
But it does make me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“I run through the dark entry corridor toward the light on the other end, wondering if this is a birth canal or the tunnel… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
