Love letters to the depressed and the future heart
broken
I’m leaving the light on in my old street
Hoping I see some surrender on the other side of
town
Blink twice if you can see me. Blink thrice if you need me.
We’ve been walking alone for too long, putting all our rotten eggs in the same basket
Skipping in the dark, singing do rei (forget) me.

I’m dancing on land mines across your chest.
Hoping high hopes I’ll trigger some

Melanctha Herbert was always losing what she had in all the things she saw. Melanctha was always being left when she was not leaving others. Melanctha Herbert always loved too hard and much too often. She was always full with mystery and subtle movements and denials and vague distrusts and complicated disillusions. Then Melanctha would be sudden and impulsive and unbounded in some faith, and then she would suffer and be strong in her repression. Melanctha Herbert was always seeking rest and quiet and always she could only find new ways to be in trouble.

PREDILECTION, n. The preparatory stage of disillusion.

The attainment of an ideal is often the beginning of a disillusion

He [Clemenceau] had one illusion - France; and one disillusion - mankind.