Dear Universe, A tiny piece of the whole will die. Don’t be upset. You will barely feel the loss of one cell being extinguished. Time rolls on. What is such a little life? A brief flicker in the world, then merely ashes and dust. -Guenther
Augusten Burrough's Running with Scissors
“It’s a wonder I’m even alive. Sometimes I think that. I think that I can’t believe I haven’t killed myself. But there’s something in me that just keeps going on. I think it has something to do with tomorrow, that there is always one, and that everything can change when it comes.”
We were driving to your funeral & our father was not crying because he has a way of tying ribbons around grief. It was the year we learned the piercing that prefaces the blood holds the most delicate of darknesses. Then it was the year we opened all our faucets & waited for the sea to bleed to death. Then it was the year we set fire to your mitt. Then, suddenly the year we started to...