Love, a force of beating time. Love, a war that which we fight. A jealous world that dreams of us. But I dream, to stay awake, because to sleep is not to dream. To sleep is just to leave your touch for a few hours or days. I would rather stay awake.

I LIKE PEOPLE AND I LIKE THEM TO LIKE ME. BUT I WEAR MY HEART WHERE GOD PUT IT,
ON THE INSIDE. 

SOMETIMES I’M TERRIFIED OF MY HEART, OF IT’S CONSTANT HUNGER FOR WHATEVER IT IS IT WANTS. THE WAY IT STOPS AND STARTS.