mistake
You rocked in your rocking chair as if in a dream, and the dream soothed you. So what, you can’t wait to get to life? So what, you can’t wait to burn your eyes on the light again?
I love confusion 
point
Why did i talk of salvation? I bring confusion a color.
Now i love assignment: clutter i do not love. Clutter is too damning a thing for me. Love for clutter shall distract me.
Offer me nothing. Rather, rip something off me and go ahead and burn it – that will do me a little good. If only. And if you have to offer something to me, then dangle just remainders, and make me dance for them too.
sit
What would I have to offer? Let me leave before I find out.
Could it be different.
behold! I show you the last linear thought.
For if you speak of love, my heart breaks before you. I am not much more than a child that has been exposed to something she cannot touch.
We make our various departures, and there is nothing contemptible about that. Now and then we perish in our departures, and in those moments we suffocate and thrash. You with my own heart.
ax