Typing an essay due tomorrow at 3 in the morning
do u ever hear some lyrics and it feels like someone just stabbed you
I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor.
"I wanted to tell the book thief, she was one of the few souls that made me wonder what it was to live. But in the end, there were no words. Only peace."
"…The only truth that I only know is that I am haunted by humans."
(The Book Thief, 2013)
I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race—that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.