chasing daylight

— Brian Eno

(After Ocean Vuong) My lover kisses with lipstick on as if her affection should be comfortable for both of us to wear, no longer nude like when we first started going out, but bright cherry red instead, a shade striking enough to make a statement, as if every brush of lips is a public declaration of our pride and passion. My lover kisses with lipstick on as if leaving a lasting mark is enough to say that no love is too subtle to be erased.

— George Abraham

When the memory of you never sleeps.

I suppose no one is writing where happiness lies. Because if they do, they would find it here, in between sheets, where love is made possible.

If I had three lives, I would marry you in two. The other? Perhaps a life not rooted in another’s. That life over there spent poring over books and perhaps even writing them in a room of my own, in a small house with a garden instead of a garage. No kids. Not even pets. A house filled with silence, broken only by the occasional nightingale song or the voice of Nina Simone. Friday nights not spent in the cinema or with friends would be spent in bars. I would be more brazen in that life. Fashionable. Pierced and inked. Drink whiskey instead of diet Coke. Smoke. Take a different stranger home every other weekend, just to remember what it is like to be desired. And I would wonder, at times, the day after, if my heart could make room for another and know not the taste of freedom, but of paradise.

— Adnan, Etel, Shifting the Silence

Avatrice - Hymn for Her