“Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I'm heavy, like there's to much gravity on my heart.”
“Heal my heart and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, show me how to love like you have loved me.”
“Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the difference between dreaming and waking.’ You know what I’m afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still won’t know.”
“Wakings are the worst times - almost before my eyes are open a great weight seems to roll on to my heart.”
“Who worries for dying? If I close my eyes tonight, I will either dream, or not, or my eyes will open and I will be here again. And if none of those happen, and I do not wake? Who worries for dying?”
“I woke up and the last piece of my heart disappeared. I opened my eyes and I felt it go.”