…and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, That was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.
Make it happen. Shock everyone.
I can appreciate art and I love music, but it’s sad really because I feel like I have a lot to express and I am not gifted.
My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming.
Miles Walser, excerpt from “A Sonnet of Invented Memories” (via n-ul