sweet child o' mine

don't expect him to marry you just because he says he'll never leave you.

















you cannot always believe with gasping faith that someone will stick around for good. most of the time they don't. and then you cannot live.


things start spinning and you feel like you could have fallen, but your feet not touched the ground. chasmic spaces and a headrush. the electric touch.

the Fear takes your breath, just like he did. censorship, dumbness, heart-racing, recoil.

so wouldn't it be better, then, for all of us to be cynics?