I want to remember as long as I can, for the next moment all will vanish. Within the last thirty seconds I will the gone, indentity lost in an oblivion.

I shall no longer love the saint who brought light into my life for what she is, but for what she represents. I shall no longer recognize the faces of all my sisters and brothers. They will make me hunt them down.

No! I don't want to lose it yet. Let me linger in the golden details that fill the colouringbook in my head a little while longer.

I don't want the child in the blue robe to run across the snowy scenery alone. He's too frightened to run far enough.