Current Self

“Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.”

That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. As if I had drowned long ago. As if I was a ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea.

You’re beautiful. You walk wonderfully and if I were here and saw you now for the first time I’d be in love with you. If I saw you for the first time everything would turn over inside of me and I’d ache right through my chest.

I can only connect deeply or not at all.

*studies for 2 minutes*

No. Not really red, but the color of a rose when it bleeds.

A home filled with nothing but yourself. It’s heavy, that lightness. It’s crushing, that emptiness.

A home filled with nothing but yourself. It’s heavy, that lightness. It’s crushing, that emptiness.