“Chaos?” “No. My language. It’s chaotic, it comes from inside me, from a part of me that’s still wild. A part I don’t understand. I can’t grasp what I’m feeling. If I saw her right this moment, I’m not sure whether I’d kiss her or kill her or, ugh. Things get lost between my head and my mouth—somewhere unknown to me—and they never come back. I’m stuck. I can’t reach those things anymore, you know?
