Brenna

“Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

“She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.”
― Annie Dillard, The Living

“The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat...”
― Edward Lear

“grief is a house
where the chairs
have forgotten how to hold us
the mirrors how to reflect us
the walls how to contain us

grief is a house that disappears
each time someone knocks at the door
or rings the bell
a house that blows into the air
at the slightest gust
that buries itself deep in the ground
while everyone is sleeping

grief is a house where no one can protect you
where the younger sister
will grow older than the older one
where the doors
no longer let you in
or out”
― Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere