You, who takes oxygen from the universe,
and gives back carbon dioxide in return.
You, who basks in sunshine at seven in the morning,
and solidifies your bones with it.
One day, you will return the dust you’ve borrowed from this old, old universe.
But until then,
You are a piece of this moving everything.
And everything is not everything without you."
"Why does even the best person hold back something from another? Why not say directly what we feel if we know that what we entrust won’t be scattered to the winds? As it is, everyone looks much tougher than he really is, as if he felt it’d be an insult to his feeling if he expressed them too readily."
"Her mind is
feels like she