I feel like Iโm brokenโlike I donโt fit together anymore. Like thereโs no more room for me in the world or something. Like Iโve overstayed my welcome here on Earth, and everyoneโs trying to give me hints about that constantly. Like I should just check out.
Matthew QuickMy other friends are in music relaxation class, which I do not attend, because smooth jazz makes me angry sometimes.
Matthew QuickIn my arms is a woman who has given me a Skywatcher's Cloud Chart, a woman who knows all my secrets, a woman who knows just how messed up my mind is, how many pills I'm on, and yet she allows me to hold her anyway. There's something honest about all this, and I cannot imagine any other woman lying in the middle of a frozen soccer field with me - in the middle of a snowstorm even - impossibly hoping to see a single cloud break free of a nimbostratus.
Matthew Quick