𝔏𝔢𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠

“I am a dream swallower, and I poison myself. I have a palate for rare, erratic impulses.”

You turn away from history / to be forgotten by the future. // To be forgotten by the world, / you turn away from home.

He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink.

“I enjoyed the danger and the intensity.”

“I confess that I am often lost in all the dimensions of time, that the past sometimes feels nearer than the present and I often fear the future has already happened.”

... a mesmeric otherness, unexplained yet compelling.

But you would [...] bite her shoulder wanting entrance to her blood.

“She spoke into the darkness, and the darkness came to answer.”

“I am feeling the martyrdom of an untimely sensuality.”

“The world is bound in secret knots.”