She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
Time tells me what I am.
I change and I am the same.
I empty myself of my life and my life remains.
people so tired
either by love or no love.
When you stay too long in the same place, things and people go to pot on you, they rot and start stinking for your special benefit.