“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”

I cry. Out of the blue. And I can’t stop, because it hurts so much. I just want him here. I want him to hold me and kiss my forehead and tell me it’ll be okay. I want him to be mine forever.

Posted on January 22nd, 2012
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