I’ll put it out there: I am scarred by the nostalgic indicipherability of my own desires; I an engulfed by the intimidating unknown, pushed through darkness and dragged down by the irretrievable past sweetness of my memories.
In a dream you are never eighty.
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself.
God owns heaven but He craves the earth.
The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.