Sunday, December 9, 2012

Bildberättelse - Think of all the stories that we could have told.

“Today we fight. Tomorrow we fight. The day after, we fight. And if this disease plans on whipping us, it better bring a lunch, 'cause it's gonna have a long day doing it.” 

“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.” 

Your absence has gone through me 
Like thread through a needle. 
Everything I do is stitched with its color.