"That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version." — Chuck Palahniuk (Stranger Than Fiction: True Stories)
For rt_challenge: Prompt 31: April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. from The Waste Land – The Burial of the Dead by TS Eliot
When I'm with you, I am calm A pearl in your oyster Head on my chest a silent smile A private kind of happiness You see giant proclamations Are all very well But our love is louder than words from "Sunday" by Bloc Party
For rt_challenge 19: In my life: There are places I remember All my life, though some have changed, Some forever, not for better, Some have gone and some remain... But of all these friends and lovers, There is no one compared with you
For rt_challenge: Prompt 17: She only drinks coffee at midnight When the moment is not right Her timing is quite unusual You see her confidence is tragic But her intuition magic And the shape of her body--unusual" from Train, "Meet Virginia"