A Thousand Pieces of You

Instead I close my eyes and imagine that it could help me fly away to a new place, not this life or my old life, but some newer, shinier reality where everything is okay and nothing can hurt me ever again.

“Every form of art is another way of seeing the world. Another perspective, another window.

It was before I realized how incredibly rare it is to watch two people actually stay in love their whole lives.

I don’t know if I’m the kind of person who can kill a man in cold blood. But I’m going to find out

What if this is how I die?

What if this is how I die?

It would be a prayer if I still believed in anything, but my faith in God died last night too

Die isn’t the right word. This body will continue to breathe. The heart will continue to beat. But I won’t be the Marguerite Caine living in it anymore.

Now I know grief is a whetstone. It sharpens all your love, all your happiest memories, into blades that tear you apart from within. Something has been torn out from inside me that will never be filled up, not ever, no matter how long I live. They say “time heals,” but even now, less than a week after my father’s death, I know that’s a lie. What people really mean is that eventually you’ll get used to the pain

My hate is stronger than the dimensions, stronger than memory, stronger than time. My hate is now the truest part of who I am.