It's like deja vu. Only this time, it's genuine concern rather than a more selfish type of love-tainted despair. Something tells me the next couple of days are going to be rocky. When things like that happen, there's nothing to do but pray.
It puts life in perspective. What's bad grades, having a sucky cold, gaining weight, and all those ridiculous little things, when you step back and take a look at the bigger picture? We're blessed with life, the will and ability to do things with our lives, to take control of life and make beautiful things happen. What happens when you don't even know if someone you care about will ever accept that, will ever even understand that, something cruelly powerful is controlling his life, and he might never be able to recover?
I don't know what's going to happen. It's funny why things like this happen. Why? Why do wonderful people get crippled with illnesses or disorders? Why don't they have a fair chance to live life like all the other people?
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett