4 Quotes by Issac Marion

I don’t know why we don’t speak. I can’t explain the suffocating silence that hangs over our world, cutting us off from each other like prison-visit Plexiglas. Prepositions are painful, articles are arduous, adjectives are wild overachievements. Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead? Or do we just have nothing left to say?

Strange, how complications melt away in the face of disaster. How all the fear and shame and tangled knots of logic suddenly dissolve in the heat, leaving only the core of love that cares nothing for the noise in our heads, that dismisses our arguments and ignores our hesitations.

I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

Quod tu es, eqo fui, quod ego sum, tu eris.What you are, I once was.What I am, you will become.