Jul 2
human remains
Last night I killed someone, and yesterday I dug up dead people from the cemetery, and today I'm eating ceviche.
Why do your eyes smell like death and your face has no skin?
Maybe the answer lies in the shovel that broke from all that digging. And if that's the end, I'll surely flee from the darkness to see you one more time and return to Lima for some human remains.
Where are the words I can't find, and where are you? Why can't I find you?
I'll stop killing people and saying I'm a murderer, but I don't understand where you want to go. I won't know how long you'll stop saying my name, and it'll be too short a time to say "I love you" to each other, even if I never see you again.