I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I try to think of things to say but nothing comes, and if something did come I probably couldn't say it. This is my great obstacle, the biggest of all the boulders littering my path. In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, it all collapses.

I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread.

Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item.

...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.

Zasmuca mnie jednak to, że zapomnieliśmy naszych imion. Już pomijając wszystko inne, to wydaje mi się najbardziej tragiczne. Tęsknie za swoim i opłakuję te należące do innych, ponieważ chciałbym ich kochać , a nie wiem, kim są.