Every once in a while, the fact that he wasn’t anybody’s father lurked like a dull ache, a phantom limb.
“He was obsessed with the magic of air, those smells that turned neuter as they revolved in his lung then spat out in the chosen key. The way the side of his mouth would drag a net of air in and dress it in notes and make it last and last, yearning to leave it up there in the sky like air transformed into cloud. He could see the air, could tell where it was freshest in a room by the colour.”
― Coming Through Slaughter
― Coming Through Slaughter
“Love is not to be found in someone else, but in ourselves; we simply awaken it. But in order to do that, we need the other person. The universe only makes sense when we have someone to share our feelings with.”
― Eleven Minutes
― Eleven Minutes
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