Every moment I spent with you shined. Because the weather was good, because the weather was bad, and because the weather was good enough. I loved every moment of it.

An object needn’t be large to hold great mass. That girl, as tiny as a violet, that girl, drifting in the sky like the petals of a flower, draws me to her with a force greater than the one exerted by the earth. In a single moment, I fell and rolled toward her without a rhyme or reason, just as Newton’s apple did. With a thump. With a thump-thump. My heart bounced from the heavens to the earth in a dizzying pendular motion. Such was the moment I’d first fallen in love.

Mass is not proportional to its volume. A girl, as small as a violet. A girl who moves like a flower petal is pulling me toward her with more force than her mass. Just then, like Newton’s apple, I rolled toward her without stopping until I fell on her, with a thump. With a thump, my heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground. It was my  f i r s t  l o v e.

Goblin: The Lonely and Great God (2016-2017)

These violent delights have violent ends.