She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.
Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, “I think I missed you before I met you even.
Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.
We all carry these things inside that no one else can see.
they hold us down like anchors, they drown us out at sea.
