"We could go in the morning."
"No."
"Perhaps it would be a good thing."
"No," he said. "My ghosts are not there."
(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(What are your ghosts like?)
(They are on the inside of the lids of my eyes.)
(This is also where my ghosts reside.)
(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(But you are a child.)
(I am not a child.)
(But you have not known love.)
(These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)
- from Everything is Illuminated, by Jonathan Safran Foer
Wow. Kudos to Jonathan Safran Foer for coming up with that and writing it. (All I think of when I "see" the inside of my eyelids is black.)
ReplyDeleteSo good.
ReplyDeleteAhh. So...
ReplyDeleteI can't even think of the right word.
wow i love it.
ReplyDeleteThey are on the inside of the lids of my eyes.
ReplyDeleteThere is something very delicate and beautiful about that. Thank you for sharing :)