I've dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest.

When I can't see myself I begin to wonder if I really and truly exist. I pat myself just to make sure, but it doesn't help much.

why distort a past that can no longer stand up for itself?

You have to talk to make sure you're alive.

She is wearing her black dress. She isn’t crying, but she never did cry, anyhow. It’s a bright sunny day and she’s like a black shadow creeping down the empty street.