We all didn’t come into to the world at the same time so it makes sense that we don’t leave it at the same time.
Who wants to be used? I love to read, so books are my main friends. They’re always available, always friendly, and always interesting, and they never make me choose sides.
But they can’t know how the dark space inside me is growing. I lie to them. I can’t get out of the dark hole. ‘Peace is here’ it whispers.
Lost. The therapist made it sound as if the person could be found. As if death wasn’t final and irrevocable.
For as long as the world spins and the earth is green with new wood, she will lie in this box and not in my arms.
If it’s possible to send a message from heaven, I’ll get one to you.
Are you sorry? Do you wish you could do it all again and go off and write novels instead of being a teacher?No. You can’t trade what is for what might have been.
He doesn’t teach you what to think, he teaches you how to think
He’s at the library, I think. Safe and sound in his world of books… Maybe he’ll write one someday.
The stems stood tall and straight, one series arranged in a single line, the other in a crudely shaped heart, the final one in the shape of the letter U. I love you.
hanging out the window, Amber blew her a kiss. a lump the size of a fist clogged Heather’s throat, while a breeze from th sea pushed her thick hair away from her face. tears trickled unchecked down her cheeks.