People always ask me:
“How do you memorize all of that?”
And the truth is the first girl I ever kissed, tasted like tomatoes.
And I know this, because the second girl I ever kissed tasted like pepper.
It wasn’t unpleasant.
It’s just that I was expecting tomatoes.
It doesn’t matter why I was there, where the air is sterile and the sheets sting. It doesn’t matter that I was hooked up to this thing that buzzed and beeped every time my heart leaped like a man who’s faith tells him God’s hands are big enough to catch an airplane, or a world. It doesn’t matter that I was curled up like a fist protesting death, or that every breath was either hard labour or hard time, or that I’m either always too hot or too cold. Doesn’t matter because my hospital roommate wears star wars pyjamas, and he’s 9 years old.
[Excerpt from John Donne’s ‘Death, Be Not Proud’]
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and…
albhedgirl said: Boo
Kasy!! ^_^ Tanto tiempo! Como estas??
te trate de escribir en fb pero for some reason…no llegan los mensajes..im ok and u?
Estoy bien, hace tiempo te escribi pero parece que tampoco llego y me ha pasado ya si no estan en mi list, pero si quieres te doy add y es mas facil que aqui