Book: You can destroy me

Laughter is born in life.

We killed ourselves in an attempt to survive.

But it is almost impossible to overcome the force of gravity when nobody wants to help you. To lend a hand.

In order to die, don't need to do anything.
We can hide in the closet under the stairs my whole life, but death will still find us. It will come in an invisible cloak, will wave a magic wand and take us with him just at the moment when we least expect to meet her. It will erase all traces of our existence on this earth, and all that it will do absolutely for free. And she ask nothing in return. She weighed a deep bow at our funeral, will take the praise and approval for a job well done and quietly disappear.
But to live, for example, is much more difficult. There is one thing we constantly do and which can not be forgotten.
We constantly breathe.

Run, I tell myself. Run until going to be the lungs, while the wind will tear to shreds your clothes, until you turn into a blur and will not merge with the road.
Run, Juliette, run faster, run until it breaks every bone in your body until the cracked feet, until the muscles and don't shut up heart, because it's so big, he crowded in his chest, and you run for a very long time and very quickly.
Run-run-run until you no longer hear the patter of their feet behind him. Run until they throw their bat, and their cries will not dissolve in the air. Run, opening her eyes and closing your mouth while in front of the eyes will not flow the river. Run, Juliette.
Run until you drop dead.
But make sure your heart stopped before they overtake you. Before they touch you.
Run, ' I said.

We are on the roof, in the fresh air where the whole world black except for the stars and splinter-moon that someone put somewhere very far away. Sometimes I ponder, and there, in the sky, other planets, and if so, how they behave after what happened here? Maybe we had something to learn from each other.

Dark develops a feeling of freedom connected with amazing vulnerability and vulnerability. And we allow all of it in such an inopportune time. Deceptive, the dark takes us along, cunningly assuring that will certainly keep all of our secrets. We forget about what surrounded us from all sides, the darkness is not a warm homemade blanket promising warmth and protection. And of course, we already know that in moments like that very soon everything will pass and will again be light, and the darkness will come to an end. So, this night we somehow become especially brave and ready to speak words that would never have allowed himself to Express in the daytime.

We become something like the quotes, one simple and one inverted. We cling to each other at the end of this life sentence, similar to the proposal of a lifetime. We are confined in life that are chosen for us.
But there comes a time and it's time to break free.

He considers me his trophy, his secret weapon.

- A thousand times, ' said Adam, very quietly, - I saw how you acted nobly. A thousand times. And never said a word, if you didn't. He laughed again, this time strained, heavy with laughter. He looked somewhere on my shoulder. - You never asked for anything. Adam finally looked me in the eye. And they still thought you were God knows who.

Where in the heart is a flock of hummingbirds?

All is not as it seems.

The only thing I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another person, not only with his hands but with your heart.

- You don't know me. - My voice is flat; limbs numb, numb. - We share one area for two weeks, and you think you know me but you really know nothing about me. Maybe I'm crazy.
- It is not, he says through gritted teeth. - You're not crazy.
So you're the crazy, carefully and slowly I say. Because some of us really are crazy.
- It's not...