I’m here. I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. But you have yet to see me standing here. I’m here. I’m staring back at you. But your eyes see right through me. I’m here.
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all.
Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover."