The past is a cupboard full of light and all you have to do is find the key that opens the door.
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and, sweat.
The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.