Please, devour me.

maybe i should go to the beach more

I don’t know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life - anybody’s life; my life. All he’d wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.

The earth is evil. We don’t need to grieve for it.

I walked out the door. There is no memory left.

© SPARROW