Eufemia

“You hardly see me in the sun,
My sparkle's in the stars.
When all is dark around you,
I'm the memory of light.

I'm not the fruit of summer.
I'm not the blooming rose.
I live in roots of trees
And in the seeds of love.

When all is lost around you,
When life's last dream is gone,
I'll be the breath you breathe,
The next step that you take.”
― Francisco X. Stork, The Memory of Light

“...pain that is not acknowledged, talked about, shared even, doesn't ever go away. It hides for awhile and then comes back in a different form.”
― Francisco X. Stork, The Memory of Light

“The rocks are everywhere. You have to dig around them without getting pissed at them. I expect the rocks to be there. Sometimes I think they're put there on purpose so I can learn not to be angry about them.”
― Francisco X. Stork, The Memory of Light

“But all I can feel right now is that someone turned on a light just long enough for me to see what I could never have, so that it would hurt me even more than if I had never seen it.”
― Francisco X. Stork, The Memory of Light