There are bad things that I don’t want to forget as well.
There is a side of me contradictory to my philosophies.
I have come to realize that I’ve never truly been in love.
Every time I’ve kissed—numbness.
The numbness is akin to that of a killer slaying his 99th victim.
Maybe things can change? Maybe not.
But you know, I have fallen in love with something in such a way I find hard to understand.
I’ve fallen for a creature that could never love me back, as it says.
According to the world of reflectivity, I am a great actress.
I sometimes even feel so lost in acting that I –
I’d love to drown into the nothingness, into the shadows that the clouds cast upon the earth.
I will erase everything, everything I can erase.
So in the end there is nothing left; nothing but the creature, that is.
Yes, it’s that creature that I know spends hours thinking of me
Even if it doesn’t look my way.
It speaks to me about everything and nothing.
When it stays still and silent, I feel hurt.
But I can’t get hurt.
A rock is a rock, and it can’t speak so often.
And its corners, ashes, fragments and composition are all that I –
Are my eyes as expressive?