our limbs which had already traveled far beyond her world, carrying the click of distances in the smooth, untroubled soles of their shoes.
The hands are churches that worship the world.
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
What did exclusivity ever have to offer but a distorted, unrealistic view of the world? People who stuck only to their own kind were scared people.
only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say it is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.
It is really hard to be lonely very long in a world of words. Even if you don't have friends somewhere, you still have language, and it will find you and wrap its little syllables around you and suddenly there will be a story to live in.