The Secret Life of Words

• Josef: I thought, um, you and I, maybe we could go away somewhere. Together. One of these days. Today. Right now. Come with me.
• Hanna: No, I don't think that's going to be possible.
• Josef: Why not?
• Hanna: Um, because I think that if we go away to someplace together, I'm afraid that, ah, one day, maybe not today, maybe, maybe not tomorrow either, but one day suddenly, I may begin to cry and cry so very much that nothing or nobody can stop me and the tears will fill the room and I won't be able to breathe and I will pull you down with me and we'll both drown.
• Josef: I'll learn how to swim, Hanna. I swear, I'll learn how to swim.

not trying to be poetic or anything, but i actually feel so restless i could fly. like fly off to some place where there is life, and there is struggle and my heart beats for a reasons, fuck i WANT that. we here have our necks too down deep in the darkness we can’t see we dont even want anything anymore. lay down and wait to fucking die. i want so much and most of all to be respected and acknowledged and there are such places for me. only the most tragic thing about it is that i’m here, and i’ve been here for too long now. city of the dead.