more zach-era compositions and fragments

"We are failed people Zachary, and there is nothing noble or disgusting in that. There are no pretty people in this world, just beautiful and disastrous actions and hearts. We are pumping acid through our veins and designing love. And we are making mistakes."
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"I think about the lies we told, and the truths buried beneath them. I think about flesh, and about coldness, and about the fine threads and seams on a mattress. I think about romance, and friendship, and the quiet love that lies in between the two. I think about the dirt, and your bones, and if i would recognize your face if half gone to the woods. I’d like to think it was green there, and so dense that you felt safely smothered. I’d like to think too, sometimes, that it was barren, snow filled, and so chilling that your visible breath on the air truly felt like it was your soul escaping, and that it was something you could catch, and that it was something you could lose. Other times I like to think of myself, driving up a dirt road, towards a far away vision of you, dust clouded, looking up from some work...and, as you move to stand, the sunlight shifts around you, and becomes like a beacon, and blinds me"