Anonymous
- Yet
"Sometimes," I had thought, "I feel as though the world ended as soon as it began." With our birth, we make our death inevitable. It is only for that there are libraries that libraries may burn, only that there is love that there is heartbreak. In a dark place, when I was small and alone, I could only reason that the greatest place to be was the infinity before birth, the nothing before being alive, putting off death. Mark me now - what was loved, shall never be unloved, lived, never unlived.
Anonymous
- Newborn
It was like being born. Like before now, the only part of me that existed were my eyes, peering blurrily out of the tired flesh that was little more than meat. But now, the mirror had taken my eyes and pulled the rest of me through, into the open. Into the air. And I had realized, in an instant of terrible beauty and long coming grief, that I had wasted all my life up to now pretending to be someone who didn't exist. But now I was here. What was I to do with that?
Anonymous
It hurts, doesn't it? They say we lost our hair, made our skin supple and smooth and fragile, because we once had an affair with the sea. That we were almost seals- buoyant, playful, from birth itself swimming up, to savor the air, where every other mammal fears and drowns and dies. But we left, and the ocean is far behind, and you can feel it, can't you? You are a fish out of water, a whale beached on the sand, and it hurts more than anything you could ever hope to describe.
