Kaz

I don’t care about the sunshine, but I love to see you smile

Tell him I was too fucking busy— or vice versa.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.

Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramps. Guns aren’t lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live.

I’m a very lonely person. I do get lonely sometimes… I’m not depressed, I’m not sad, but I think to be a human being is to be alone. I mean, I have an awareness of my inability at times to connect with other people because I can’t say exactly what I mean. You can’t directly connect. The inability to fully love another person is a form of loneliness. I don’t know how to fully love another person because there is always some part of me that I’m not sharing. There’s always some part of me that I don’t know how to open up and give to another person. Even the people I love most in the world.