hauntmethen

I am tired of having hands she said I want wings— But what will you do without your hands to be human? I am tired of human she said I want to live on the sun—

No one understands anymore how beautiful he was. But Persephone remembers. [...] She remembers sunlight flashing on his bare arms.

Like a small bird sealed off from daylight: that was my childhood.

Snow had fallen. I remember music from an open window. Come to me, said the world.

Cold light filling the room. I know where we are she said that’s the window when I was a child