Sometimes you want to free yourself from the language you've tanged yourself in, like wiggling a leg out from a blackberry blush.
Oh god, I love you. Or I love life, and it continually breaks me down until the enzymes have made this meat as soft as cotton.
Places I have never dared to look. And when I look at them through this love. i see that they are just me. They are just you
I can't write our desire,
there is only one: to live and die at once.