Alara
@paperthin
“For I have known them all already, known them all—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”
21 Mart
72 kütüphaneci puanı
378 okur puanı
Temmuz 2016 tarihinde katıldı
I don’t move from place to place on purpose. It’s not a conscious choice to be a nomad. Although I can see that each move is my own decision, predicated on nothing but my ever-growing sense that I don’t belong where I am, fueled by the hope that maybe there is, in fact, a place I do belong, a place just off in the future. “I guess . . . I don’t know,” I say. It’s hard to put into words, especially to someone I barely know. But then I open my mouth, and out it comes. “No place has felt like home.”
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“Do you like being alone?” he asked.
“No. No one likes being alone. But I’ve learned how to live with it.”
Just say something, just touch me, Oliver. Look at me long enough and watch the tears well in my eyes. Knock at my door at night and see if I haven’t already left it ajar for you. Walk inside. There’s always room in my bed.
books, books, books, always books,
Don’t let me lose him. I knew I had no hold on him, nothing to offer, nothing to lure him by. I was nothing.