My mind is completely empty, free of all thought. I lay quietly and listen to my breath and I keep my eyes open and I stare out until they get heavy and my body melts. Then I close my eyes and all of me turns into a gas and dissolves into the blankets and the pillow and the mattress and the warmth and my body is numb and I can feel the blackness coming for me and my mind is quiet. I know what peace is. My mind is quiet.
I've never gotten around to reading A Million Little Pieces until now. It's been interesting from the start and his style of writing in this book makes it feel so real and unique. I've not read any piece of literature that was written like this (with run on sentences which lead you through the character's chain of thought as he recollects the past.)
I'm not affected by Frey admiting that all of this so called memoir is false. It's still a gripping story and I can hardly put the book down.
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