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.”
And then he took his hand off of my leg, and his hand found mine, and he held on to it, and he seemed like an anchor to the earth.
Reklam
She cooked like a baker, Dad always said. She didn’t throw in ingredients and taste later. Each was perfectly measured. But life isn’t like that. You can’t be sure how it’s going to come out, even if you do everything right.
I wish you could tell me where you are now. I mean, I know you’re dead, but I think there must be something in a human being that can’t just disappear. It’s dark out. You’re out there. Somewhere, somewhere. I’d like to let you in. Yours,
Reklam