“ To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting. ”
Is it possible to love so desperately that life is unbearable? I don't mean unrequited, I mean being in the love. In the midst of it and desperate. Because knowing it will end, because everything does. End.
~ Peter Heller
I think now that maybe true sweetness can only happen in limbo.
There might not be a measure of happiness left in a life, but there could be beauty and grace and endless love.
If there is nothing else there is this: to be inundated, consumed.
