Tag: mark_haddon

He still dreams of the river
They’ll wonder who you are
I’m frightened of dying
I feel lonely
They sit quietly for a long time
Maybe there isn’t a right word
This is the most frightening dream of all
He wakes in the middle of the night gasping for air
Anyone would have done the same thing
I’m a stone, I’m a stone, I’m a stone
He sits and listens
He sits very still
I’m afraid of being alone
Walls gossip all the time
You’re all right now
He has never felt so old
So many lost things
An ant walks over his finger
One last effort
This is a stupid thing to do