it's always been like this: fight/flight, to one/the next, over/over/over.
you can infer what i'm saying, right? i'm saying that it's hard to catch your breath when you're crying. it's hard to cry when you're running. it's hard to run when you're tired. it's hard to be tired when you're catching your breath.
how circular an argument
may i imply for a moment that we are such troubled beings with little concept of what it means to be loved? love is fear, touch, a kiss in the dark. love is intangible, wrong and right, missing someone when they are the stars and you are the earth.
love is not the thing that sets the world on fire. love is the thing that keeps you warm.
