Marika

“There is no past or future. Using tenses to divide time is like making chalk marks on water.”
― Janet Frame

“He looked as if he wanted to tear me open and crawl inside me. And I wanted him to. Fuck me. Fuck my identity. Fuck my own skin and soul.”
― C.D. Reiss, HardBall

“How straight you are for the world, and how you bend and cry for me. I want to go so deep in you we have the same thoughts.”
― C.D. Reiss, Spin

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.”
― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed