I think I enjoy seething in pain and angst why can't I just mellow out and let things just happen? I keep on telling my self that I create my own dream and reality but SHIT it's not working. I wish I had never kissed you.
Beyond happiness or unhappiness, though it is both things, love is intensity; it does not give us eternity but life, that second in which the doors of time and space open just a crack: here is there and now is always. Octavio Paz