𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍

how have you survived this long when you're so violently self-destructive?

i often see how you sob over what you destroy， how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop， and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife， like a surgeon.

the lamb loves its wolf. the wolf turns all white and starts quivering out of love of the lamb. the lamb loves the wolf's fragility， and the wolf loves the frail one's force. love blackens the lamb.

one morning this sadness will fossilize and i will forget how to cry.