the lost art of keeping secrets eva rice
such a crazy, crazy, crazy good book.
that night, i dreamt of a mansion once so grand it stole your breath away from right under your nose but now, you still your lungs instead because it seemed like a sin to breathe in its dying presence,
i dreamt of eccentric aunts in eccentric apartments, of quirky girls in quirky coats,
of love unrequited, of love that was never meant to be, of love lost and found,
and most of all,
i dreamt of silly coincidences and accidents and impulses how they change everything.