We smile, because this is how we save the world..

...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No..

I wince at her use of the word "human." I've never liked that differentiation. She is living and I'm dead, but we're both human. Call me an idealist..

My "heart". Does that pitiful organ still represent anything? It lies motionless in my chest, pumping no blood, serving no purpose, and yet my feelin….

I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy?.

It’s not about keeping up the population, it’s about passing on who we are and what we've learned, so things keep going. So we don’t just end..

I think we crushed ourselves down over the centuries. Buried ourselves under greed and hate and whatever other sins we could find until our souls fin….

Just... ate," M says, frowning at me a little. "Two days...ago." I grab my stomach again. "Feel empty. Feel... dead." He nods. "Marr...iage..

You know things are moving. You're changing, you fellow Dead are changing, the world is ready for something miraculous. What are we waiting for?.

My favorite songs change every year..

I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrat….

Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time..

No praise, no blame. Just so..

What's wrong with people?" she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. "Were they born with parts missing or did it fall out somewhere along the way?.

It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive..

What's the point of trying to fix a world we're so briefly in?.

What wonderful thing didn't start out scary?.

I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents..

The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying..

I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys.

Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth..