“Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers’ sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers’ tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on.”- Romeo and Juliet
“He does not exist here, with me, but flesh that does not exist will never die, and promises unmade are never broken.”
― Haruki Murakami
"There is for everyone some one scene, some
one adventure, some one picture that is the image of his secret life,” said
Irish poet William Butler Yeats
I wake up
at four in the morning
and taste smoke
in the back of my throat.
I swear to god,
you’re still burning
somewhere inside me.