What is death? It is the glass of life broken into a thousand pieces, where the soul disperses like perfume from a flask, into the silence of the eternal night.
They take one look at me and think they know me, like it’s that easy. But they have no idea. I guess we’re all clueless...
“If you’re going to take risks, you have to know how to protect yourself.”
She told herself again and again, Everything’s going to be fine , hoping if she said this often enough, she would soon believe it.
I have vehicles that help me navigate the world, but I don’t think I’m figuring anything out. I try, but lately I feel like I’m driving in circles. I ask questions, I think, I write in my journal, but I always end up with more questions. Round and round I go .
I want you to focus on this year and not dwell in the past. The reality is, Elizabeth, you can’t go back and change what happened. What you can change is yourself, how you do things, how you feel, how you see and respond to the world. But you have to want things to change. And you have to care more than the people around you.
So what did you wish for? I ask.
To be complete again.
I didn’t make it easy, I know. I never made things easy. Like Emily Dickinson, I hid myself away from the world. I was there, but I wasn’t—not really. Does that make sense? I wanted people to notice me, the real me, but I didn’t let anyone see me .
“Once I told someone to leave me alone, when really I wanted him to stay.”
It’s good to laugh and cry. Too much crying without laughing is bad for the soul.
