Art is everywhere

“Someday someone will bring the moon down for you in the shape of their love.”

"Destroy my desires, eradicate my ideals, show me something better, and I will follow you".

"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."

‘What?’

‘Nothing.’

The Secret History

"the tired sunsets and the tired people-it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all".

Where they burn books they will in the end burn humans too.

But why would they burn books?

I keep looking for ghosts in the cracks,

trying to find monsters in the dark.

I beg the house every night to be haunted still.

But there are only loud silences in response that cut me like glass, deep in my chest.

They splinter into shrapnel that whispers, lays down to nest in my frozen bones.

I want to remember to forget.

I am unable to accept that this house is now