We have no home, she told me. I am your home.
here, here is my dark world. you carry it for a change. im out
Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.
When I read, I want to be fully transported to another place. I want to feel things, smell things.
The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
Wasn't that the way it always was? You didn't know, you couldn't tell, you just let it happen... Perhaps they didn't know themselves. Sometimes the line was very fine.