Saturday, May 20, 2006
"There are sudden rips. There are tears in your life, deep knife wounds that slash through your flesh. Your life is one thing, then it is shredded into another. It comes apart as though gulted in a belly slit. And then there are those moments when your life simply unravels. A loose thread pulled. A seam gives way. The change is slow at first, nearly imperceptible."
"She saw it the first day - the shatter in their eyes- and while progress had been made, lives had been lived, pieces had been picked up, the shatter had never left."
I love to read. Good books with interesting plots drowns me in the story and let me escape from my monotony. Still escaping. The shatter had never left.
"She saw it the first day - the shatter in their eyes- and while progress had been made, lives had been lived, pieces had been picked up, the shatter had never left."
I love to read. Good books with interesting plots drowns me in the story and let me escape from my monotony. Still escaping. The shatter had never left.
what we could have been, 7:44 PM.
