I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip
I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope's disappointment.
It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that's always the case. My life doesn't add up to anything.
I had always felt that mittens were a few steps back on the evolutionary scale-- why, I wondered, would we want to make ourselves into a less agile version of lobster.
He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears.
I close my eyes. And i scream. If my whole world is crashing down around me, then I am going to make the sound of the crashing. I want to scream until all my bones break.