We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.
So much of history is mystery. We don't know what is lost forever, what will surface again. All objects exist in a moment of time. And that fragment of time is preserved or lost or found in mysterious ways. Mystery is a wonderful part of life.
God, life changes faster than you think.
Those who don't heed the warnings don't live to admit they were stupid not to do so.
But I was no longer sacared. I could see what was inside me. -Lindo
When I returned home that day, I saw my life as if I already knew the happy ending of a story. I looked around the house and thought, soon I will no longer have to see these walls and all the unhappiness they keep inside.