“It doesn’t hurt because if you keep hurting the same part of you again and again and again, the nerve endings all die. And when that happens, that part of you goes numb. That’s why it doesn’t hurt. Don’t be proud of it.”—I wrote this for you
The one thought that continues to haunt me is that you were gonna teach me to drive… You were gonna teach us all how to drive.
I would be 83 and you would be 23… And I would fake a tantrum like the many I threw when I was 4 and 5… And we would share both our birthday cake. No frosting for you because of the diabetes, no frosting for me because I wanted to grow up to be just like you.
Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you 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.