BIGGER

Remember when you were a kid? Stories were a different kind of a true… You said “mama! why is the world so big?” Mama… where does daddy go when he goes quiet? Can I love you more mama? This is a bad story… i shouldn’t tell you but daddy goes dead. The world is not big… it just repeats itself. You’ll always be a kid. Stories are always gonna be a different kind of true.

You can’t love me more.

You’re incapable of love.