maniacal conversation
stemmed in the roots of madness;
we are the flowers, anxiously budding, awaiting to be pummeled by the rain.
“Tell me what it’s like,to forget someone you’ve loved.Every time I try,I just remember better…as if forgetting isanother way to undress you,another way to lay you downand lose myself in you.”

Tell me what it’s like,
to forget someone you’ve loved.
Every time I try,
I just remember better…
as if forgetting is
another way to undress you,
another way to lay you down
and lose myself in you.

(Source: lalaelephantfarm)