The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 8

by Beth Brower

Pleased whenever I caught a glimpse of you, as happens when you fancy someone.”

Hearts are intricate stretches of land. Mine is no exception.

All of May was a race. Against my aunt. Against time. Against the portions of life which were simply too much, even if many of them are good. I am saturated and ready to bleed out the intensity of the colour. I intend to trap serenity, if I can catch it.”