As we sat there listening to the choralists, I wanted to tell Brian it was over now. And everything would be okay.
But that was a lie. Plus I couldn't speak anyway. I wished there was some way for us to go back and undo the past. But there wasn't. 
There was nothing we could do. 
I just stayed silent. Trying to telepathically communicate. How sorry I was about what did happened. I thought of all the grief and sadness and fucked up suffering in the world... 
And it made me want to escape.
I wished with all my heart that we could just leave this world behind. Raise like two angels and then magically... desapear. 

-mysterious skin, Greg araki.



|merci pour les roses
merci pour les épines|