Clearly, I see it. I was just about to leave when I found her kneeling there. A mountain range of rubble was written, designed, erected around her. She was clucthing at a book.
Markus ZusakOr had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.
Markus ZusakShe was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.
Markus ZusakThe night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like Iām falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.
Markus ZusakWe both laugh and run and the moment is so thick around me that i feel like dropping into it to let it carry me.
Markus ZusakI procrastinate in spades. In my defence, I also try to have all other distractions solved before I can concentrate on writing. My small theory is that to write for three hours, you need to feel like you have three days. To write for three days, you need to feel like you've got three weeks, and so on.
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