Maybe there is reincarnation. Maybe we are dying and being born again, over and over. That would explain why we’re becoming more and more bored.
- “How can someone hold so much, resist so much and hope so much? And my suffering seems yet so frivolous with the almost dementia twisted, horror film like hopelessness of the world. We live among such an impetuous sadness and sickness that I’m petrified by the idea that the world can still sleep and I feel almost disbelieved that the night wasn’t made for us to crawl and cry.”
Her scent is complete desperation and her eyes, wide and of a dark brown, measure me from a distance and “I’m not afraid to die” is what she whispers to me in the bluest of the evenings. Her cold voice triggers all the alarms in me and I almost think it is a lie.
