there’s a piece of she, she lies very deep. among rubble and ruin, a sick sort of who and, you ask her to stand, for she’s broken in bits, watching as she stands upright, and then likewise she sits. she’s stuck, and she’s stuck, and her words empty out. in a stream, just like this one, a great big water’s spout.
“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”—Jonathan Safran Foer (via dormio)