I should talk to him I know I should talk to him. But I do not talk to him. I watch after him from afar and love him.

How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.

I am starting to get tired of relying on words.

fraught, adj. Does every “I love you” deserve an “I love you too”? Does every kiss deserve a kiss back? Does every night deserve to be spent on a lover? If the answer to any of these is “No,” what do we do?

There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers come in pairs.

In small letters, someone has written NEVER FORGET on one of the slats. I know it's supposed to be a pledge, but it feels like a curse. Don't we have to forget some of it? Don't we have to forget this feeling? If we don't, how will we live?

Long live protest songs, in whatever form they take.