“..this feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness. it covers me, like skin.”
“I feel the weight of his gaze all over me, covering me like a blanket.”
“My mother told me that truth is like my skin, a beautiful, protective covering, and the things that people say or do can be easily changed or discarded. She told me truth comes from the heart.”
“Sometimes I’ll read a book and feel it was written just for me. Then I’ll flip the book over to look at the cover to see who wrote it, only to discover that it feels like it was written for me because it was written by me.”
“the night fell over me, and for a moment I lost my boundaries, feeling like the sky was my own skin”
“Bye, Tess. haunt me if you like. I don't mind.”