You really are like him, your father. I can't tell whether you think that's good or bad. What does it matter? It's simply true.
Free a small word for such a magnificent thing. I don't know what it feels like, but I want to find out.
Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me.I would write the words a thousand times if they'd be strong enough to hold you here.
I guess I pulled him out of somewhere too, and we got tangled up, and now I'm not all alive and he's not all dead.
It was damaged but not ruined, changed but not destroyed. Kind of like me. A little special. A little strange.
In the end, I guess mom was right. I have one foot in winter and one in spring. One foot with the living, and one with the dead.
What if I mess up?""Oh, you will. You'll mess up, you'll make mistakes, you'll break things. Some you'll be able to piece together, and others you'll lose. That's all a given. But there's only one thing you have to do for me.""What's that?""Stay alive long enough to mess up again.
