Without Me

“I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colours, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me.”  ~Patricia A. McKillip 

1 Comment

  1. I feel the same way a lot of times


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