...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.
there is moss on the walls and the stain of thought and failure and waiting
People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective.
some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.
I wasnโt going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of use werenโt even doing little things. We were vegetables.
He had long nostril hairs, powerfully intimidating, like an unscheduled nightmare.