I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you.

When you were sleeping on the sofa I put my ear to your ear and listened to the echo of your dreams. That is the ocean I want to dive in, merge with the bright fish, plankton and pirate ships. I walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you and ask them the questions I would ask you. Can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke rising from a chimney? Can I swing like Tarzan in the jungle of your breathing? I don’t wish I was in your arms, I just wish I was peddling a bicycle toward your arms.

I realise there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go.

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you.

I know it’s stupid to not own a gun yet have so many triggers, but in some other world gigantic seashells hold humans to their ears and listen to the echo of machines.

Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out of cigarettes.

Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.