Names on a Map

He was in love with her looks. She was something beautiful that he wanted. That’s what it must have been all along. Looking into his pleading eyes, she knew that he wasn’t pleading for her to understand him, but to change. To change herself

They laughed, smiled at each other, enjoyed the banter—but underneath, there was the knowledge that they could be enemies, turn on each other. Though for now there was a laugh, a smile, both of them shaking their heads, both of them knowing that there was no true understanding.

Your body was a map and their names were cities—and you took refuge there.

ou remember your uncle telling you that soldiers were like priests—they had to believe in their sacrifice

The violent side of the innocent minute

Hunting. God. Country. War. In my mind, they were all members of the same family. Brothers and sisters. Cruel. Savage. Not that I was above being cruel or even savage. I never thought of myself as being a virtuous human being. But that didn’t mean that there weren’t things in the world that were even less virtuous than me.