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.
The sand stretched out gray and ghostlike and illuminated, a column of light leading forward. It was like something a dead person would see, a tunnel leading toward heaven.
I’d never seen a man cry before, only on TV. I’d never even seen Dad close to crying. Those tears looked so odd on you. It was like the strength of you just seemed to sap away. The surprise of it stopped me from being so scared.
It didn’t make me glow. I felt more like I was fading away, like the world had forgotten me.
You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.
I remember that feeling of skin. It’s strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.
I mean, that star over there is blinking at me madly now, but for how long? An hour or two, or for the next million years? And how long will we sit here like this? Just another moment, or the rest of our lives? You know which one I’d prefer...
There were tiny stars behind my eyelids, a whole galaxy of tiny, spinning stars.
But without humans, the wild would take over. It would only take a hundred years or so for nature to win again.