here, here is my dark world. you carry it for a change. im out
How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?
A fish has no concept of water.
I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what beauty mean't.
I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.
...You know the mistrust of heights is the mistrust of self, you don't know whether you're going to jump.