We Are Okay

Sometimes I think I can remember a warmth. A closeness. A feeling of being in arms, maybe. Soft hair against my cheek

If only I had something to take the edge off the loneliness. If only lonely were a more accurate word. It should sound much less pretty.

It takes me a while, usually, to be able to listen. But when I do, I discover the secrets of pollination, that honeybees’ wings beat two hundred times per second. That trees shed their leaves not according to season, but according to rainfall. That before all of us there was something else. Eventually, something will take our place.

I know that I am always alone, even when surrounded by people, so I let the emptiness in.

even when surrounded by people, so I let the emptiness in.

The most innocent things can call back the most terrible.

If only lonely were a more accurate word.

There are many ways of being alone. That’s something I know to be true.

We were masters of collusion, Gramps and I. In that, at least, we were together

It wasn’t the ghosts. It was the hauntings that mattered.

The ghosts told the governess that she would never know love.

The ghost told Jane Eyre that she was alone.

The ghost told the Buendía family that their worst fears were right: They were doomed to repeat the same mistakes.