Sweetest Coma Again

“How foolish to think you can tell your children about yourself before they're at least fifty. To ask to be seen by them as a person and not as a function. To say : I am your history, you begin from me, listen to me, it could be useful to you.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Lost Daughter

“Go home, Jack. Don’t die alone. I know you have a family somewhere who misses you.” His brow furrows. “Why do you say that?” I toss the barely salvageable photos into the box and step in front of him, feathering the back of my hands along his cheeks and tracing the fine lines with my thumbs. “The eyes don’t lie.” He slides his hand from my bicep to my hand on his face. “What do mine say?” “You’re not where you belong. Your eyes have so much longing and deep regret; it’s soul-crushing.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her

“By early evening, the sun had started to set, and glorious swirls of orange and pink painted the sky in that extra special way that happened at the end of summer. A melancholic reminder that another summer was soon passing by, and the bittersweet transition of seasons awaited us.”
― Annella Savo, Born to Make You Smile

“He looked at me with a grin as he slowly pulled the fork out, the cool metal sliding along my lips. Something about him feeding me was strange and sensual, and tingles pierced through my belly.”
― Annella Savo, Born to Make You Smile