He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and i do not know where he begins and i end - Mac
Karen Marie MoningThose who were so long imprisoned in ice and darkness seem to find the sunlight jarring, painful. The longer I walk around with this grief inside me, the more I understand that. Itโs as if sunshine is a slap in the face that says, Look, the worldโs all bright and shiny! Too bad youโre not.
Karen Marie MoningWas he a good kisser, Ms. Lane?โ Barrons asked, watching me carefully. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand at the memory. โIt was like being owned.โ Some women like that.โ Not me.โ Perhaps it depends on the man doing the owning.โ I doubt it. I couldnโt breathe with him kissing me.โ One day you may kiss a man you canโt breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.โ Right, and one day my prince might come.โ I doubt heโll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.
Karen Marie MoningAlthough it may not seem like it, this isnโt a story about darkness. Itโs about light. Kahlil Gibran says Your joy can fill you only as deeply your sorrow has carved you. If youโve never tasted bitterness, sweet is just another pleasant flavor on your tongue. One day Iโm going to hold a lot of joy.
Karen Marie Moning