"Dum spiro, spero"
There's a light... Of what ?
Oh wait, is there any hope ?
Oh no, it's getting weaker and weaker
As my heart's sinking into deeper and deeper.
Shaking hands and trembling souls.
A leaf of tree falling down
The last laugh of a clown
As shallow.... and holes of horrors.
Oh wait, is there any man
Who's painting a leaf of life... But damn
Is this a man named Behrman ?
With whom a fading hope's glowing down,
As his own life's flickering candle reaches its end.
But Isn't life a labyrinth which is a dead end?
Shhh... Listen carefully to hear the violins
Crying out violence while singing of those lines
"Hope is a dangerous thing for me to have
But I have it......(Yet)
I have it......
Yet......."
I’m just biding my time. Waiting in the shadows and watching her receive all the gifts I leave her. They make her nervous. She hates chocolates and flowers and jewelry, so I shower her with them. She’s on edge, yet I think she likes to be scared. No—I know she likes the thrill of fear. Her journal goes into great detail about her dark desires; how much she yearns to being stalked, chased, kidnapped, and taken.
So, being the ever-loving big brother that I am, I intend to bring all her fucked-up fantasies to life while she begs for my forgiveness.
I stretched and glanced at James, who was the smallest of us boys—barely five ten, slim but not skinny. There was something almost catlike about him, a kind of primal agility. (For animal work, Camilo had assigned him the leopard. He spent a month prowling around our room in the dark before he was sufficiently absorbed in the role to pounce on me in my sleep. I spent the next half hour waiting for my heart to stop hammering while I assured him that, yes, my cry of terror had been entirely genuine.)
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They became the roots of a tree, buried deep underground, out of sight, twined together, entangled together, strengthening each other, weakening each other, taking all the love like nourishment, storing it in secret places, all the while waiting for the tree that had been violently cut to sprout leaves again.
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Night... At 4 o'clock
Tik tak tok , tik tak tok.
Thoughts flying in my head
Reminding me of what's been said
Tik tak tok, tik tak tok.
It's too late as there's a dead
Of what? Never been said
Tik tak tok, tik tak tok.
While I sip, while I sip
Sinking into the deep
Tik tak tok, tik tak tok.
Oh wait it's gone of long
It's been all over wrong
Tik tak tok, tik tak tok.
Don't hesitate while it comes along
As it was what
u had been longing for
Tik tak tok, tik tak tok.
Now don't ask what for
It's too late, it's 4
Tik tak tok, tik tak tok,
The clock singing along
Tik tak tok, tik tak tok.
“I want to know everything about you.”
“I wonder if that’s necessarily for the best. Don’t you think sometimes people might be happier together if they simply let some false impressions stand?”
“Then I’ll wait outside in the hallway while you plant seeds of false impressions.”
“Nah, that’s okay. I get my kicks out of pruning myself, but today I feel more like letting loose.”
Sayfa 175
"What do you do while waiting to die? Read, or try to. You want so badly for it to end this way—apartment clean, phone off, sitting on your bed, book in your lap, glancing out the window onto light and sun and life below. But you’re impatient, easily bored: tough to lose yourself in fiction while anticipating a fatal hemorrhage."
