Patterns – repeating – an ouroboros of sorts.

Giving, asking, alone.

Death by a thousand tiny cuts.

Something’s gotta give. Anything.

There must be another way.



Run, run, run

I only lose my fear when I run run run
I won’t lose a tear when I run run run
I won’t find a heart so I run run run
And now the time is right so we run run run

Now it’s summer time in the sun sun sun
One thing on my mind gun gun gun gun
When the children play it’s fun fun fun
But I must go must run run run

– Junge Junge

“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”

– Stephen King

Secret of Life

The secret of life is to surround yourself with people who will reaffirm your belief that you’re unworthy of affection. Avoid the hassles and disappointment of hope.