That woman deserves her revenge and we deserve to die.
It’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story… but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed.
I had wings once, and they were strong. But they were stolen from me.
ln the end, we had pieces of the puzzle, but gaps still remained. Oddly-shaped emptiness, mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn’t name. What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts a clock ticking on the wall, a room dim at noon, the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.
Dear God, guide us and protect us. We are too young to reign.
We are responsible for these people.
Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?