He lifted his eyes to the girl. She looked afraid. She always looked afraid, these days. The world was a scary place. She said: "Take me with you." He woke up.

This is Rilke. I wish I had written it for you.

the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .

I’d always thought I was above being fascinated by anyone but myself.

Sam," she said, and I crushed her to me.

Sleep deprivation made his life an imaginary thing, his days a ribbon floating aimlessly in water." - Whelk

The big thing in my family growing up is that everybody had to play a musical instrument. We were like the von Trapps.