“Things are not all so comprehensible and expressible as one would mostly have us believe; most events are inexpressible, taking place in a realm which no word has ever entered, and more inexpressible than all else are works of art, mysterious existences, the life of which, while ours passes away, endures.”—Rainer Maria Rilke
It was everything and nothing at the same time. It cemented the warm and the cold and concocted the freshest of thoughts and the weakest of means. We weren’t meant to be anything more than a pair who wasted their lives together. It was like as your life began to become brilliant, mine would become unbearable and I’d bring you back down into the depths with me. You’d do the same without question.