three hundred and forty four.
Are you, are you coming to the tree? Where I told you to run so we’d both be free. Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be, if we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
three hundred and forty three.
If our hearts are never broken, then there’s no joy in the mending. There’s so much this hurt can teach us both. Your words have never left me.
three hundred and forty two.
And the people in the houses all went to the university where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same. And they all play on the golf course and drink their Martini’s dry and they all have pretty children, and the children go to school. And the children go to summer camp and then to the university where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.
three hundred and forty one.
three hundred and forty.
Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could...
three hundred and thirty nine.
You saw my pain, washed out in the rain. Broken glass, saw the blood run from my veins. But you saw no fault, no cracks in my heart, and you knelt beside my hope torn apart. But the ghosts that we knew will flicker from you, and we’ll live a long life. So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light, ‘cause oh, that gave me such a fright.
three hundred and thirty eight.
You don’t appreciate the chaos and absurdity of life on this planet and in this city. You don’t understand irony, or ethnicity, or eccentricity, or poetry, or the simple joy of being a regular at the diner on your block. I love that. You don’t drink coffee or alcohol. You don’t over eat. You don’t cry when you’re alone. You don’t understand sarcasm. You...
three hundred and thirty seven.
“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.” “It is not inertia alone that is responsible for human relationships repeating themselves from case to case, indescribably monotonous and unrenewed: it is shyness...
three hundred and thirty six.
Where you invest your love, you invest your life. You were made to meet your maker.
three hundred and thirty five.
You desired my attention, but denied my affections. You did not think when you sent me to the brink.
three hundred and thirty four.
It’s better than I ever even knew; they say that the world was made for two. You & I, we were born to die.
three hundred and thirty three.
If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied, illuminate the no’s on their vacancies signs. If there’s no-one beside you when your soul embarks, then I’ll follow you into the dark.
three hundred and thirty two.
Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life. Oh, tell me now where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart?
three hundred and thirty one.
Her white blank page and a swelling rage, rage. You did not think when you sent me to the brink, to the brink.
three hundred and thirty.
When there’s nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire. All of that time you thought I was sad, I was trying to remember your name.
three hundred and twenty nine.
I have trouble with most days & nights. I have trouble with living my life outside. Crash land, still I can’t find you.