#0093. The majority of lives are wholly unlived. The roads that lead away from what happened are more numerous by far than the ones that travel through actuality. Somewhere, Raven is held in her father's arms. She looks up at him. He cannot imagine his life without her. But his life is genuinely without her. She exists in an unlived life. He sees her sometimes. She never had the chance to miss him the way that he misses her.
No comments:
Post a Comment