love that ever burnest and art never quenched
Mad world.
Can’t I just get a cat and never talk to any of you again?
Con.
Oh… Lord, how vain I’ve become. How thoughtless I am. How ignorant of your hand. How dead in my core. Have I found anything as great as you? Have I known a heart as pure, or a mind as sharp? I have wasted my time, plundered my efforts, and have found myself exhausted in a pit of futility. There is no life here without you. There is no joy here, alone.
But silly sinner; precious and puny. You are not alone. You would not have breath in your lungs if I were not opening and closing them with my own hand. You would have no heartbeat if I ceased to squeeze it. You would have not form or function if I had refrained from breathing into the dustpile. So fear not, my child. Your very self is my signature.
Starting my first novel.
Quotes to come.
Every night apart is a night alone.
Standing in line at Starbucks, and a young woman in front of me asks the cashier if their bananas are organic. The cashier shakes her head, smiling. The young woman in line then proceeds to order two brownies. Two brownies. But the bananas weren’t good enough.
