I want to tell you about how much i love you, i wonder if cupid ran out of targets and just decided to shoot every single arrow he has stolen from zeus at me
When I watched your first bathing
I only warned you with a lowered voice
"Be wary of my river's undertow
It flows with water from the coldest source"
Did you hear?
I can hear a ticking bomb in my chest, it never misses a second to lash a whip on my lungs, turning every breath I take into a new riddle about a past deed.
I know that those who have their own worlds may seem to be inviting you to take a step in, but please don't.
Please don't be a part of a world that you may have the slightest intention of forsaking.
"The eternal problem of the human being is how to
structure his waking hours.
In this existential sense, the function of all social living is to lend mutual assistance for this project."