Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.”
“Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. No one would sleep that night, of course. The world would create new religions overnight. We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead, the stars come out every night and we watch television.”
"Madness is like a churning freight train, whose dull roar can be heard across hill and dale, cleaving the consciousness like a rusty blade through rotten wood. Splinters shattering the mind.
A train that can only be slowed, never derailed. Hurtling, forever, towards an unseen cliff.”