6 Quotes by Jeremy Jenkins

Blood and tears are the same. Both are the body's way of crying for help.

But I was nothing but a prisoner to the slow march of time.

Laughter felt like blowing dandelion seed to make your wishes scatter through the air where everyone could see them.

The good thing about crying, I’d realized, was the catharsis you felt when everything finally came out. It was as though I’d cried tears of poison; poison that didn’t have to be inside me anymore.

Everything in my mind was screaming at me to stop kissing him, but I couldn’t. It was like trying to paddle upstream against a wild current. I was drowning, sinking down into the waters of my emotions. Nothing made sense here except his lips molding against mine.

Had the nurse seen when he touched my arm? That heavy moment we shared that hung on my consciousness and metastasized like a cancer?