I understand only that a vast void, an emptiness, is needing to be filled. O the things we grasp at.
Luke DaviesAll summer it feels as if it will rain soon. All summer the strange feeling, 'something will break.
Luke DaviesYou're beautiful, but you're somewhere else. That's okay. I can handle that. But we won't continue as friends, not just now. I like you as a lover, not a friend.
Luke DaviesWhen you talk about love, and family, invariably too you are talking about compassion. This would include the notion that we are all just lumped together, and tolerance is a virtue.
Luke DaviesWhat passes relentlessly through the years is blood, and time; all the bitterness or warmth along the way is almost incidental. Even blood gets forgotten eventually, bleached into myth which are bleached of all colour into ashes of myth.
Luke DaviesWhat everyone fails to notice, when talking to the other humans, to mothers and lovers and strangers in the streeet, is the one obvious point: 'future corpse, future corpse.
Luke DaviesShe told herself that life is short. This didn't mean that nothing mattered, only that when strange things happened there was often no turning back.
Luke DaviesThe very concept of solid ground is a myth. The galaxy itself is adrift.
Luke DaviesIt's just that you reach a point where metaphors become indistinguishable from the things they represent. And the life you ought to be living is the one you are living. And it feels like being born
Luke DaviesLove could be fractured and serve different purposes, and that intense love could be divided, between people just as easily as between moments of time.
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