It can't have been a year already... It can't have been 5 years already... It can't have been 10 years already...
I understand your misgivings. It is terrifying to become something new. It's a little bit like dying.
how much destructive change does it take to call a thing "destroyed?"
"You're acting stubborn and ignorant," Daddy said. "Collective absence of pain can't eliminate it's existance. As they say, the palette is drawn to the canvas."
When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all?
I like it in here. For the first time in a long time, I feel like... Like I'm right where I'm supposed to be.
I feel like something bad is going to happen to me. I feel like something bad has happened. It hasn't reached me yet but it's on its way.
The windows of my living room, covering the walls with wide views of my front and back yards, fill the room with light during the day and an air of vulnerability during the night.
And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.
When time came to feed her, I found a rotten meal beside the neighbor's house. She smiled at this meal, no regard for its appearance, and ate it. I watched her vomit. The next meal was similar, and in this way, I kept her sick.
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
The dead were thrown into the fire. They, too, were byproducts of a much more important process.
I took notice of my four fingered hand and hit it away. "I just want to be close to somebody," I said.
I took notice of my four fingered hand and hit it away. "I just want to be close to somebody," I said.
To catch her, you had to lie, but it may not be a lie forever.
Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected.
What happens to a house when it is left alone? It becomes worn and aged. And its paint peels and its foundations begin to sink. It goes for too long unlived in.