Rough as life can be, I know in my bones we are supposed to stick around and play our part. Even if that part is coughing to death from cigarettes, or being blown up young in a house with your mother watching. And even if it's to be that mother. Someone down the line might need to know you got through it. Or maybe someone you won't see coming will need you. Like a kid who asks you to help him clean motel rooms. Or some ghost who drifts your way, hungry. And good people might even ask you to marry them. And it might be you never know the part you played, what it meant to someone to watch you make your way each day. Maybe someone or something is watching us all make our way. I don't think we get to know why. It is, as Ben would say about most of what I used to worry about, none of my business. ~ And no one will remember us, who we were or what happened here. Sand will blow across Pacific Avenue and against the windows of the Moonstone, and new people will arrive and walk down the beach to the great ocean. They will be in love, or they will be lost, and they will have no words. And the waves will sound to them as they did to us the first time we heard them. ~ Funny how you think people are one way or the other and most of the time you end up completely wrong ~ When you flip through the last page of a good book, you do it with melancholic nostalgia. You mark the end of a phase of your life you had become part of. It's almost like saying goodbye to a loved one at the airport. You don't just say goodbye, you wait until you can see the plane after its just taken off. This will be the part where you close the book, reread the last page, wipe off your tears, and then you listen to your breathing rhythm. You sit there in a daze and just listen, waiting on that oxygen to give you back life. The place you had anchored your ship is gone. Moving on won't be easy, you know. Because Bill Clegg knew just how to strike your mellow fancies. He curated for you a sweet symphony that played in the background of your mellow world, in short heavy profound sentences where you loved, lived and lost. ~ #writersoninstagram #billclegg #bookstagramfeature #bookishfeatures #currentlyreading