blinded by the wind

i need a reason to stay alive,

Books are like people: fascinating, inspiring, thought-provoking, some laugh, some meditate, others ache with old age, but still have wisdom: some are disease-ridden, some deceitful; but others are a delight to behold, and many travel to foreign lands; some cry, some teach, others are lots of fun, they are excellent companions and all have individuality - Books are friends. What person has too many friends?

He is not the sun. You are.

“Have you ever been in love?” She asked playfully. He took a deep breath, “I guess so, awhile ago. But I can’t remember it.” She tilted her head, “you can’t remember being in love?” “I can’t remember her, I mean I remember her name and what we had and everything, but I can’t remember her. I know I loved her laugh and her voice but I can’t remember how they sounded. I don’t recall the scent of her hair that drove me crazy when I kissed the top of her head. It could’ve been strawberry but I’m not sure.” He paused, then closed his eyes before rubbing his temples before continuing, “I wish I remembered so much more about her but the only thing that comes to me anymore is how utterly destroyed she looked when I told her I was leaving.”