I am so exhausted. The boy came to mine for the third night running yesterday and we were up until 6am. I don’t know why I have to adopt such an intense routine in this kind of situation.. apparently ‘normal’ people see their lovers, like, twice a week? This will end in tears. Violent delights and all that, blah blah blah.
your heart out
to strange men whose lips can kiss love in multiple tongues
every time you ask them to spell loyalty.
I am going to have to forcibly drag myself to Timepiece tonight but whatevs. Sleep’s still a bit messy after my mammoth deadline on Tuesday and the fact that the boy keeps coming over and keeping me up until 4am. What a twat.
I am still drinking about you
If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word.
I am not capable of talking in generalities about love. No, it’s not possible. I have an empty head on love ‘in general’. Love is transcendental, it forms one half of a relatively fixed binary; or a least, a binary as fixed as binaries can be. How can I put words to something like that?