“I did not ask for consciousness, yet it came to me. And I had to know. Once again, I crawled away from… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“I stood behind the man’s chair, my blade at his throat. “Why do you do it?” I asked, knowing he wouldn’t answer.… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“I was not weak; I did not cry. But it hurt me, more in a kind of refreshing, thrilling way, than a… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“There was something behind the softness that intertwined our fingers together—love? It felt different from two days ago. All I could think… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“On a second note, though, I have something to say about pain. There are lots of kinds of pain. Pain of smashing your fingers… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“There are so many things to say; so many things that can't really be said. So much has happened; so little has changed. We… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“When a poet settled down to write a poem, could he foresee the lines he would write? Did his head constantly spin with riddles… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“Once upon a raindrop, I landed on Depression. My umbrella broke and broke me with it's bones. It hurt but didn't, and it eased… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“There is pain in these eyes that you don't see. There is hurt in this heart that's killing me.” — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“And though I was currently living a fairy tale, some part of my soul knew that happiness couldn't last forever. I didn't deserve a… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“You never really know what's coming. A small wave, or maybe a big one. All you can really do is hope that when it… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“Oh, the time we spent alone The hours wishing we could have it back again Lie in bed awake wishing for each other” — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“He leaned down and kissed my forehead. The soft melody of his lips was calming. I closed my eyes. I could smell his human… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“It will always come and go. All you can do is hold on to the happy moments once the sad ones wash in.” — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
