Be Still,” He Said, Voice

Ni Muer Ni Viu Ni No Guaris, Ni Mal No·m Sent E Si L’ai Gran, Quar De S’amor No Suy Devis, Ni No Sai Si Ja N’aurai Ni Quan, Qu’en Lieys Es Tota Le Mercés Que·m Pot Sorzer O Decazer.” “not Dying Nor Living Nor Healing, There Is No Pain In My Sickness, For I Am Not Kept From Her Love. I Don’t Know If I Will Ever Have It, For All The Mercy That Makes Me Flourish Or Decay Is In Her Power.

Somewhere In The Center Of My Soul, A Rusty Chain Began To Unwind. It Freed Itself, Link By Link, From Where It Had Rested, Unobserved, Waiting For Him. My Hands, Which Had Been Balled Up And Pressed Against His Chest, Unfurled With It. The Chain Continued To Drop, To An Unfathomable Depth Where There Was Nothing But Darkness And Matthew. At Last It Snapped To Its Full Length, Anchoring Me To A Vampire. Despite The Manuscript, Despite The Fact That My Hands Contained Enough Voltage To Run A Microwave, And Despite The Photograph, As Long As I Was Connected To Him, I Was Safe.

It Is A Blessing As Well As A Burden To Love So Much That You Can Hurt So Badly When Love Is Gone.

Se Souvenir Du Passe, Et Qu'il Ya Un Avenir: Remember The Past, And That There Is A Future.

I Want A Simple, Ordinary Life . . . Like Humans Enjoy.