There is nothing going on. I took nothing you wanted. You can't have it back.
I think that hope is the act of continuing in the face of the truth.
Love - at least the pair-bonded, prescribed love - does not conquer all.
you can take this mouth this wound you want but you can't kiss and make it better.
I write to make sense of things that dont make sense to me.
That's point of writing: building what you need, right?