HAELLODE

She was a compulsive pessimist, always looking for the soft brown spot in the fruit, pressing so hard she created it.

I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening upI stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let goI know nothingbut I am here to learn.

Sometimes you can’t explain what you see in a person. It’s just the way they take you to a place where no one else can.

“I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.”

I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.

When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.

Title: The Host of Seraphim