between two lungs
"Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future."
" my skin cracks with your
absence and i don’t remem-
ber you anymore. "
" Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I’ll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life. "
We were never in love,
but my God,
we were so close.
" What was it like to lose him?
It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once. "
" One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’ "