It was like when we were little kids and we played games on the ivy-covered hillside in the backyard. We were warriors and wizards and angels and high elves and that was our reality. If someone said, Isnโt it cute, look at them playing, we would have smiled back, humoring them, but it wasnโt playing. It was transformation. It was our own world. Our own rules.
Francesca Lia BlockYou were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew.
Francesca Lia BlockBut be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.
Francesca Lia BlockJust like any woman,...we weave our stories out of our bodies. Some of us through our children, or our art; some do it just by living. It's all the same.
Francesca Lia BlockThe wishes might not come true the way you think they will, not everything will be perfect, but love will come because it always does, because why else would it exist and it will make everything hurt a little less. You just have to believe in yourself.
Francesca Lia Blockthe rain is coming. little sister, the night broke. the thunder cracked my brain finally. the rain is coming, i promise you. i didnโt mean to but your tears will bring life back. purple flowers grow, the colour blood looks in the veins. theyโll sprout out of my chest. i promise you theyโll crack the ground, grow over the freeways, down the slopes to the sea. iโll be in their faces. iโll be in the waves, coming down from the sky. iโll be inside the one who holds you. and then i wonโt be.
Francesca Lia Block