A Collection of Spectacles


05. Why is passion frowned upon? To burst at all sides, to live with a feeling. I wish the rush of excitability would last longer. If it were possible, believe me, I would get stuck in one day, repeating it over and over, with… What’s the risk of love? Tears in the shower blend in with the running water anyway, moving together, a release that cleanses at the same time. Everything is to be broken all at once, a complete and thorough destruction, or to be left untouched.

Waiting, waiting. Thinking of when you will soon hopefully soon run down my face, spring from my eyes.

Edits edit, I want to edit this now. It’s silly, I’m always.

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