Cal says that humans are made from the nuclear ash of dead stars. He says that when I die, I'll return to dust, glitter,rain. If thats true, I want to be buried right here under this tree. Its roots will reach into the soft mess of my body and suck me dry. I'll be re-formed as apple blossom. I'll drift down in the spring like confetti and cling to my family's shoes. They'll carry me in their pockets to help them sleep. What dreams will they have then?
Jenny DownhamLike a tree losing its leaves. I forget even the thing I was thinking.
Jenny DownhamThen she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.
Jenny DownhamAll I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living.
Jenny DownhamIt's really going to happen. I really won't ever go back to school. Not ever. I'll never be famous or leave anything worthwhile behind. I'll never go to college or have a job. I won't see my brother grow up. I won't travel, never earn money, never drive, never fall in love or leave home or get my own house.
It's really, really true.
A thought stabs up, growing from my toes and ripping through me, until it stifles everything else and becomes the only thing I'm thinking. It fills me up like a silent scream.
But all that is warm will go cold. My ears will fall off and my eyes will melt. My mouth will be clamped shut. My lips will turn to glue.
...No taste or smell or touch or sound.Nothing to look at. Total emptiness for ever.
Death straps me to the hospital bed, claws its way onto my chest and sits there.I didn't know it would hurt this much. I didn't know that everything good that's ever happened in my life would be emptied out by it.
Jenny DownhamI've always wanted to be a cat. Warm and domesticated when you want to be, wild when you don't.
Jenny DownhamMots clés inspirational
I lean back on the pillows and look at the corners of the room. When I was a kid, I always wanted to live on the ceiling - it looked so clean and uncluttered, like the top of a cake.
Jenny DownhamMots clés inspirational-life
Sex," I ask her. "What does it mean?"
"Poor you," She say's. "You really did get a crap shag, didn't you?
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