So the fact that I’m me and no one else is one of my greatest assets. Emotional hurt is the price a person has to pay in order to be independent.
He was the monster that no one thought to look for in the light of day. It was a common mistake. People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night. But safety – like light – is a facade. Underneath, the whole world is drenched in darkness.
Father, it’s Wistala. Wistala.
All at once it was just too much, and Harvey felt something about to snap. He drew back into the shadowy side of the doorway, out of site. Then he slid down the wall to the ground and put his palm over his mouth to hold in his breath and his feelings both. He’d forced in more air then he could hold, and his lungs were burning. More importantly, his heart hurt… He wished he hadn’t eavesdropped.
People whose own dreams aren’t completed, help others to accomplish their dreams.
Little Mr. Bowley, who had rooms in the Albany and was sealed with wax over the deeper sources of life but could be unsealed suddenly, inappropriately, sentimentally, by this sort of thing–poor women waiting to see the Queen go past–poor women, nice little children, orphans, widows, the War–tut tut–actually had tears in his eyes.
Tears are pouring down my cheeks like tiny rivers, soaking my shirt with dark patches of my salty happiness.
Watching St John rock his wife’s body was not part of my job description. Honest. I sat down on the stairs where I could see the door, the hallway, and the stairs as far as the landing. St John started singing in a strange, broken voice. It took me a few minutes to figure out what he was singing. It was ‘You are so Beautiful
A journey indeed, in an emotional roller-coaster.
While we are living, our lives are like that of an open book, still being written. Eventually, our book closes for us, and to others, it will be as if we never existed at all. Those of us who write down our life story, will leave a little piece of us behind when we’re gone.