Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.
I wanted to write about it all. Everything that happens in amoment. The way the flowers looked when you carried them in your arms. This towel, how it…smells, how I feels. This thread. All our feelings, yours and mine. The history of it, who we once were.Everything in the world. Everything all mixed up…like it’s all mixed up now. And I failed. I failed. No matter what you start with, it ends up being so much less. Sheer fucking pride and stupidity. We want everything, don’t we?
Dear Leonard,to look life in the face...always to look life in the face,and to know it for what it is,at last,to know it,to love it for what it is,and then...to put it away.Leonard...always the years between us,always the years...always...the love...always...the hours.
Dear Leonard... to look life in the face, always... to look life in the face... and to know it... for what it is... at last to know it... to love it... for what it is... and then... to put it away. Leonard... always the years between us... always the years... always the love... always the hours...
No matter what you start with, it ends up being so much less.
She'll kill herself over something which doesn't seem to matter.