a mort c’est la mort. mais l’amour c’est l’amour. la mort c’est seulement la mort. mais l’amour c’est l’amour.
“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.” - Norman Cousins
What a strange thing, to build a castle in the air. You and I made a friendship out of nothing, because nothing was the heart of what we shared.
he said a picture paints a thousand words, but four letters can compose a million pictures
We are lonely in proportion to our years.
for you and i however, we have fashioned wings to raise us higher than the muck and mire, of heritage.
life < death
i dont know what my lips would tell you i find myself doubting that words will even work this is something that i think about too much ive built my castle out of hollywoods filth i dream and i dream and i chase after shadows but hope is a card in a hand that was taken from me perhaps my love is of only the idea of love but when i shiver at the thought of you romance will never die
in my dreams everything is different, she is mine and i am hers, our life is perfect and we would give anything for each other, our love is the air we breathe, everything is alright.
i can’t understand myself. for so many years i wanted what i couldn’t have. i imagined someone who would want me for who i am. not who i wished i was. i had this. but i was scared, and i said it was for her. but it was really for me. i didn’t want a relationship. didn’t i? what did i really want? because what we had was that. all words are only labels and leaving something...
behind the scent of evergreens, the odor of death teased.
i want to turn all your upside-down crosses the right way up
the point is, that even though love may die, what is said on its behalf cannot be consumed by the passage of time, and forgiveness is everything.
this is the last twist of the knife that eviscerates the patient
whereas some existences are empty dry sockets giving off the radiation of pain, victimisation, mere shadows on the wall, dim bulbs, lethal vicissitudes, black holes in space, gigantic gravitational vacuums piloted by hungry ghosts…