Kerouac said "One day I will find the right words and they will be simple"
I listen to "Wait" by M83 and I experience a swelling in my heart that eventually tapers off and becomes complete stillness.
Clocks tick on by. Tick tick tick. Time's memory - faulty or photographic?
I want to make love to you on LSD.
You paint the candle holders. You paint the bowls. You paint the chairs. You paint the knobs on our doors. Time passes, do you realise that you paint me too?
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