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He was happiest when he did not have to think about his body—when he could forget that he had a body at all.
Tell me I don’t know you when I could draw both sides of this hand, your hand, from memory.
CRYING
It isn’t a sadness, but a joy, that we don’t do the same things for the length of our lives.”
I love you. all ok. Just kids. Talking. TOH.
WHEN I READ THIS I COULDNT BREATHE
Love you madly.
“It’s okay, Marx,” Sadie says. “You can let go.” As the brain is detaching from the body, you think, How I will miss the horses.
