Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: youโre falling to the floor crying thinking, โI am falling to the floor crying,โ but thereโs an element of the ridiculous to it โ you knew it would happen and, even worse, while youโre on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didnโt paint it very well.
Richard SikenTell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.
Richard SikenYou wanted happiness, I canโt blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me youโre not miserable.
Richard Siken