'finally' i whisper as i have teleported to the bookstore. the year is 2098 and my feeble body only can move so much and when i take one step towards the ya section i fall. and yet no. i have waited so long and my time is near but the deed has to be done. i crawl towards the shelves using every ounce of strength i can muster in my slowly weakening bones. the breath is leaving my body but i know all will be okay when my wrinkled hand finally close around the rectangle shape i have come to idolise.
i have finally gotten cassandra clares last written book. it was just released. her 64th one. my life is complete.
Ingrid Michaelson // Human Again
But I would rather feel the sting
Than never to have felt a thing…