I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

"I look at myself but I’m missing.
I know myself: it’s not me."


What we’re reading

"Her voice was quite calm, but it was not her voice any more. It

 was like the voice you might imagine coming out of a tiny, cold 

sea shell swept high and dry at last by the salt tide."

Part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you.

Suddenly, I don’t know what to say. It happens

 often to me. I know what I want to say, I 

think about whether it is what I mean, but

 when the moment comes to speak, I can’t say it."

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