If there's any love in me, don't let it grow.

As I was leaving, someone called my name. I heard them say it twice and didn't turn around. I don't know why I do that.
I can't differentiate between male voices. If it was you, I'd rather not know. I'm sorry.

Well, I fell in love with the world in you.

It doesn't feel good to stay so still on such little sleep. Forget songs, I've got whole conversations stuck in my head. I couldn't count the times you said, "This is painful." And that was all in the longest five minutes of anybody's life.
Today there's a solitary and infinite gap in the dark mass of cloud.
There will be no paradoxical conflict in my life; everything will hold true simultaneously.
Only symbiosis will be missing. Between clavicle and clover.

Fuel For:

I had never seen a car on fire before, save for the movies.
I had never seen a paper crane's wing burn like a wick.

The smoke makes me want to lay low.

I'd Like To Help You Find It If There's Something Better.

It doesn't seem right that someone should fall asleep with a typewriter at the foot of the bed and have such insignificant dreams.
I should be suspended in a gilded, orbed raindrop of regret. Suspended. None of this dense misty guilt.