Geradeaus oder nach vorn

“I have so much I want to give and share.”

“Actually, just being there is enough, and looking peaceful, and wanting to go slowly.”

“Silence. A summer-night silence which lay for a thousand miles, which covered the earth like a white and shadowy sea.”

“…a state of gloomy self-suppression which resulted in complete apathy.”

“Every day that went by was like a prison. The wait ate up my insides.”

“… we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.”

“And I knew it. That’s the worst part: I knew it.”

“And a huge, heavy silence.”

“I’d bite myself and take out my feelings with my teeth.”

“I remember, I remember I was the interloper who knows both love and fear, who comes near and draws back, who feels nothing beyond the need to touch, to handle, to dismantle it,”

“Every time depression threatens to throttle me, I think of my own body as a bunker — a dry, airtight space where grief feels so safe, it never wants to leave.”

“A starving wolf in my soul,”

“Who can ever guess that I have a dead heart inside of me?”

“Every feeling I have is crushed and bruised,”

“I am sitting on my bed. A storm is coming, appropriately. A storm is always appropriate.”

“I opened my mouth, and it was nothing nothing nothing words until it wasn’t nothing anymore,”