Keep.Forgetting.Me

I know that on the very first night, I told you that you couldn’t care about me, that it was the last thing you could do. You know that I am emotionally detached and I know that you don’t want to settle. So we tango around for months in each others company and more importantly bed, trying not to feel anything for each other. Now I’m wondering if our statement held any truth, or if it was just a front. Because when you hold me through the night, I can’t help but want what I said you couldn’t have - more.

i am waiting for someone to come along; to see the best of me, to see the worst of me, and still decide to stay.

Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.

Drop the craving for self, for permanence, for particular circumstances, and go straight ahead with the movement of life.