The string slices into the skin of his fingers and no matter how tough the calluses, it tears. But this beat is fast and even though his joints are aching, his arm's out of control like it has a mind of its own and the sweat tat drenches his hair and face seems to smother him, but nothing's going to stop Tom. He;s aiming for oblivion.
Melina MarchettaAnd life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you're watching someone die.
Melina MarchettaPlay me something that makes me feel; This soul inside me is made of steel. Brain is breathing, but heartโs not beating And, babe, I need you to make things real. Walk inside me without silence, Kill the past and change the tense. Empty gnawing and the ache is soaring; Take me places that make more sense.
Melina MarchettaWhat are you doing?" she asked, trying to raise herself. "First, I thought I'd show you what a pity it would be if they cut off my wicked tongue.
Melina MarchettaBut grieving people are selfish. They wonโt let you comfort them and they say you donโt understand and they make you feel useless when all your life youโve been functional to them.
Melina MarchettaJonah Griggs. Not just a name but a state of mind I never want to revisit, although I do keep him at the back of my mind for those times I get me hopes raised about something. So then I can slap myself into reality and remind myself of what happens when you let someone into your sacred space. Jonah Griggs is my second reminder to never ever trust another human being. My mother was first.
Melina Marchetta