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.”
I feel the same way. Like my own memories could devour me.
‘Memory believes before knowing remembers,’
Stars came out. At last, my mind was still.
And I knew, in a place deeper than seeing or feeling, that this was a beginning. I was about to do something that could not be undone. Something dangerous. Something toxic. Something extraordinary.
Josh didn’t understand. He was one of those rare breeds who could stay completely straight and everybody loved him anyway. He didn’t understand that most of the world wasn’t like him—most of us needed a little something extra to be okay.