The people we care for aren’t always the one we should.
I want you to see that the person I glimpsed running beside the camel, running to save my life, is the person you can choose to be.
This be OK?? I asked, innocently. ‘You want me to have no skin left?’ You rolled your eyes. Actually, don’t answer that one.
If there’d been an astronaut on the moon right then, I’m sure I could have seen him. Perhaps he could have looked down and seen me too... the only one who could.
I chased money, pretended to be someone else to get it. It got easier the longer I did it... but that’s the trap, see? When the deadness gets easier, you know you’re sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.
You saw me before I saw you.
No one had ever looked at me like that before, with that kind of intensity. It unsettled me, surprised me I guess. Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful too.
I guess whoever built and buried that IED out there in the desert will never know how far that blast traveled. But all things ripple out, cause shrapnel.
Mi cerebro tiene tanto en que pensar que no piensa en nada.
You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.
It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels.
There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die. – Ty from Stolen.
I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing.
It was so big, that view. I’ll never remember it properly. How can anyone remember something that big? I don’t think people’s brains are designed for memories like that. They’re designed for things like phone numbers, or the color of someone’s hair. Not hugeness.
One day they’ll let you out of that dry, empty cell. You’ll return to the Separates, and you’ll feel the rain once more. And you’ll grow straight, this time, toward this sunlight. I know you will.
In a moment, when I’m ready, I will turn off this computer and that will be it. This letter will be finished. A part of me doesn’t want to stop writing to you, but I need to. For both of us.
Everyone wanted answers I wasn’t ready to give.
I stayed there, curled up into the warmth of your body, under the blankets, like something soft in a shell. Your arms were firm as rock around me.
I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.
Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.