18 reasons

Sometimes it’s easier to say you don’t care than to explain all the reasons why you do.

A lot of people are afraid to say what they want. That’s why they don’t get what they want.

And maybe I’ll sleep at the station because there’s nothing to go home to but an empty fridge and some stale mayonnaise.

And maybe I’ll make friends with the guys sleeping under cardboard boxes and newspapers and we’ll discuss what it means to love and to live.

And maybe I’ll wander the city, one lost particle in a dust storm of Mondays, late nights and reports due yesterday.

And maybe I’ll get on a plane or a ship and get lost in places I’ve never been lost in before.

And maybe I’ll keep my phone on me in case you call. And tell me there’s something to come home to.

The bad news is, your choices and intentions, some people and places, those nights spent awake and all you’ve done, can lead you to the bottom of the pit.

The good news is, this wouldn’t be the first time someone’s crawled, tooth and nail, out of hell.

You’ve made the air flammable. These walls are just paper. And blood is gasoline. You shouldn’t have come here, made of fireworks, if you didn’t want me to play with fire. I need a light.

I fell in love once, if love be that cruelty which takes us straight to the gates of Paradise only to remind us they are closed for ever.

Back to the old pw if you wanna read.

I’m sorry baby.