Funny thing, your brain, how it always functions on one level or another. How, even stuck in some sort of subconcious limbo, it works your lungs, your muscle twitches, your heart, in fact, in symphony with your heart, allowing it to feel love. Pain. Jealousy. Guilt. I wonder if itโs the same for people, lost in comas. Is there really such a thing
Ellen HopkinsClear. Cold. Empty. Like how I feel right now. Love is strange. One minute youโre jungle fever. The next youโre Artic winter.
Ellen HopkinsSix months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary fling. More like total commitment. More like I have walked down the aisle, holding hands with the monster.
Ellen HopkinsYour hurt swallows ine, like space swallows time, and the two intertwine. We tangle together.
Ellen Hopkins