The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are
I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.
I’m always wondering if he’ll return, sometimes I pray that he doesn’t. And sometimes I hope he will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes.
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.
Every time I tell you I love you, you ask me why, looking for a deeper meaning behind my words. Sadly, I can’t give you an extravagant, fairy tale answer because the answer is simple: I’m just madly in love with you.