Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.
Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.
Once released from life, having lost it in such violence, I couldn't calculate my steps. I didn't have time for contemplation. In violence it is the getting out that you concentrate on. When you begin to go over the edge, life receding from you as a boat recedes inevitably from the shore, you hold on to death tightly, like a rope that will transport you, and you swing out on it, hoping to land away from where you are.
As if in the other side of his kiss there could ve a new life.
He had a moment of clarity about how life should be lived: not as a child or as a woman. They were the two worst things to be.
I wish you all a long and happy life.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories