You grieve at first. And then slowly, with the yawning of the years, the disappeared gets scraped from your memory, the way your flesh can be peeled from your limbs. It's very harsh and extremely painful. But it gets done, square inch-by-square inch. Until, the skin that is your memory gets completely scarred and numbed. You live. The disappeared is detached from the dermis of remembering. And that is what is known as moving on.

~ Psyche Roxas-Mendoza

Psyche Roxas-Mendoza Dermis Detached Disappeared Flesh Grieved Limbs Memory Moving On Pain Peeled Remembering Yawning Years

You know where we got stuck? We were looking for faithfull, loving and perfect relationships-males who were always glad to see us. So? We already have that! What do you mean? We've got dogs!

~ Joan Bauer

Joan Bauer Dogs Humor Peeled

It was one of those things they keep in a jar in the tent of a sideshow on the outskirts of a little, drowsy town. One of those pale things drifting in alcohol plasma, forever dreaming and circling, with its peeled, dead eyes staring out at you and never seeing you. It went with the noiselessness of late night, and only the crickets chirping, the frogs sobbing off in the moist swampland. One of those things in a big jar that makes your stomach jump as it does when you see a preserved arm in a laboratory vat.

~ Ray Bradbury

Ray Bradbury Alcohol Drifting Jar Jars Noiselessness Pale Peeled Plasma Preserved Swampland Vat