244 Quotes by Karl Kristian Flores

Why would this happen to a human being? I want to curse God and call him a fake,But I am too desperate to risk ruiningThe chance he may choose to help today.

Sometimes I’ll be in my room and recall a terrible memory. I’ll laugh ridiculously into my bed or when I remember an embarrassing moment, I’ll curl up, crinkling myself with blankets I wish could swallow me away into another world. I probably look crazy—some girl reacting to her own head, so I make sure to say what I’m thinking out loud in order for the ghosts to understand. They may have seen a lot, but they’re not mind readers and may appreciate a backstory or two.

There are no rules. Everything in your radius was made from hesitant decisions by hesitant men. It was all a gamble and it only appears absolute. But anything that exists is proof that it can change.

Maria was waiting for the bus. Her body is cramped, like from the workday before and the workday tomorrow. Today during her shift, she stared so long at a toilet she cleaned that when she flushed it down with bleach, an irrecoverable part of her went with it. She shivers.

She splashed her soul in my direction. You might say I shouldn’t have fallen for it. That I can’t be no square. But when the universe comes in the form of her, you don’t say no.

And here lies our conundrum: we hate the world when we talk about it, but if all of us hate the world for being mean, there is no world to hate. We’re stuck in theory and are entertaining an invisible villain. Up close, you get along with those supposed monsters. The world is made up of individual people who despise the world, but when meeting, they get along all the same. There is no evil society, only people we haven’t met yet.

There is one secret men keep from each other every day: I can’t be there for you. When a broken man looks in the eyes of a brother and confesses his tragedies, all a person, no matter how good, can reply is say, “I’m sorry to hear that.” But you thought there was something they could do because you drank together, officed together, laughed together, and joked about death together, but when death comes, you will be terrified to learn how helpless we are.

When you said goodbye earlier, I wish there had been something more. It's too sharp of a turn. Endings are jarring. It doesn’t make any sense. 'Goodbyes' are the oldest thieves around. Because they steal all the credit of a moment. All the good out of a conversation. The lasting impression of goodbyes makes it seem as if no party ever cared to begin with. You know?

This is the goodbye song.It doesn’t rhyme but at least we’re singing. There will be silence between nowAnd the next time we see each other.But I like you still, so let us keep.It really was something and we were this. Thank you for being you.You’re welcome for being me.And now I will say: goodbye. Goodbye!