Thursday, July 2, 2015

The Monsters Are My Friends

I want someone to lean across one day and say, don’t you hate it when everything’s really beautiful and it hurts at the same time, so I can say, yes, I hate it. Then me and them belong to a club, and we are never, ever alone again.

There are clubs, everywhere, that I don’t belong to.

2 comments:

Libby said...

Man, I can quite wholeheartedly agree with this one! Millions of clubs around you, to which none of them you belong! Except with those select, few people in the world who really are like you. Only they can possibly understand you! Although it sometimes may be hard to find them, those friends are such priceless treasures, that to me they are more valuable than anything else in the whole universe! <3

beatles brain disorder said...

Why dont't you write something for me!? It's always YOU YOU YOU.