When they were together Sarah felt apart from everything else. Like, the way teenage love gets you drunk on the idea that everyone else is faking it.
and he was so drunk that he’d forgotten how to be anything but sincere
It was the mother-fucking, stone-crushing, heart-wrenching high point of her life.
It could bring her back to feeling, make her want to be there again, inhabit the past and take that feeling for her own. Save it forever.
Sarah told that story the way people tell stories about love.
It’s knowing what’s true, being able to accept it even if it’s just for a second.
You’re more than everything and bleeding a sandstorm in your chest
You want to put your heart in him and
Make life in time with his life
You smell, taste and touch the same bodies in your time.
You’re the still point of the turning world and you worked to break down everything that holds it together
You are solids turning into liquids and growing into spirits that inhabit the air and move everywhere in everything.
In oblivion you fall together.