Walking is so monotonous. Left, right, left, right, it’s also all so political.

“You could empty the trash and my love for you still wouldn’t fit inside. But ju…”

“When it doesn’t matter to you, that’s where I’ll find the most matter. The pile…”

“If green is envy and blue is depression, then I’m feeling quite turquoise right…”

“It’s better to say something too little, than nothing too much.”