Everytime you open your eyes I fall deeper in love with the story they tell.
It’s weird, like when you’re in love, all of a sudden you’re hearing all of these love songs for the first time, and it feels like the singer is just talking to you alone, reading your mind. When you’re grieving, it’s the same thing. I’m in tune with all the sadness of the world suddenly. You know, songs find you, poems find you, people find you.
Does love need love back?
Can we love without craving
its breath on our necks?