You always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes as if they were old friends. (Maybe they are, you said. From another life.) You liked to go to the pound and look at them. You tried to send them messages of comfort. I couldn’t go because I started crying the one time I tried. All those eyes and the barks like sobs.
Francesca Lia BlockI didn't tell him that what I was most scared of, most haunted by, was something I didn't understand and could never run away from. It was myself.
Francesca Lia BlockI wish I wasn’t a girl who needed so much but a little free creature that slept in deserts and ran on clouds and lived on lilies.
Francesca Lia Block