Tuesday, May 31, 2011


Every thought I think.

Every sight I see.

Every story I tell.

Every feeling I feel.

Every thing I touch.

Every memory I remember.

My entire existence is unintentionally divided in two,

before the accident,

and after.

1 comment:

  1. It's hard to see now, but you will always do this unintentionally, I think. And one day, it won't mean quite the same thing as it does for you in your darkest hours now. Keep on, keep at it - you're doing it exactly right.

    Olivia x