Whitsun Valentine

Don’t forget I’m actually afraid of writing which is why I do it every day I force myself to say something worthy of balloons or lovers to speak up even if only for the sake of the language itself which can only evolve further by wasting away into some new unspeakable language until by the end of time we’ll have as many languages as people living or having lived on the earth and after that there will be silence the final silence of incomprehension like the silence of a mosquito inserting its needle exact as a hurricane lovely as all power funny how the feast of flowers is also the feast of flames and the feast of screams