And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me. And the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand new Firebird. Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper. And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined our street. ![]() For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time. Lester Burnham: I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die.
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