I no longer had any peace. So I became a little tasty with them, and my annoyance soon became more organized. I became unpredictable and aggressive, this became a bit of a game, then a habit. and in the end...finally...me.

('Harry's World' by Steve Atkinson)

But I keep a smile fixed in my head, maybe a little muted, like it is when he's happy but distracted, or trying to understand me when I'm babbling to him.

I try to think of how much I want to show and how much I want to tell.

('It's Just The Sun Rising' by James Ross)