#wordtamer

how do I explain that we are infinite?

‘You don’t want divinity,’ he says. ‘Maybe, I don’t,’ the reply is soft, disquieting, ‘but, I don’t want mortality either.’

I'd like to cleanse myself from it and watch it get pulled down the drain. I'd like the wind to take it from me wipe it straight out of my throat. I'd like to burn it up in flames soak it with more gasoline. instead I sit inside this cave... and I stare at it and wait... for it to bury me.

you once gave me a white rose with the thorn pointed towards me and said it meant “love” with  a crooked grin that meant anything but

I will make myself into the biggest secret I have ever  kept from you.

but here's the thing: the more you say it, the more you want it that's just a correlation and I know it doesn't add up but your favourite subject was always history and his was economics.

and maybe it was the cruelest kind of irony devised by some kind of god: you told me you'd come back when my flowers were in bloom and right after you left they withered in my room.