Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving

I could point out that it isn't always easy knowing who you are and what you want, because then you have no excuse for not trying to get it.

For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

That air. The air afterwards. I wanted to breathe it in. It felt right to breathe it in. Because we were breathing them in, weren't we? And the building. We were breathing it all in. And I thought, there's a part of this that's actually a part of me now. I now have that responsibility. I am alive, and I am breathing, and I can do the things this dust can't do.

What i want is for what i want to actually matter.

I want to take back the secrets I told you so I can decide now whether to tell them to you again. I want to take back the piece of me that lies in you, to see if I truly miss it. I want to take back at least half the “I love you”s, because it feels safer that way.

Every you, every me. Fractals. Fractures.