I think it'll be nice to fall out of love for a change and to answer these questions, to speak about it in greater detail.
It seems harder these days to find someone and ask, ‘ if you were to spend the rest of your life alone in seclusion but with a choice of books, film or music to take with you, which would it be?”
It seems impossible these days to find someone and ask, ‘ if you had to spend the rest of your life with every memory of identifiable sadness as opposed to a shattering void, what would it be?’
I see my muse is a lonely soul ready to slit his wrists.
There is beauty in your thoughts, the way you ink your words, the idea that we live in a world distant from everyone else and yet we're forced to be LIKE EVERYONE. For companionship is vital for survival.
