A truth should exist,
it should not be used
like this. If I love you

is that a fact or a weapon?

— Margaret Atwood

I live in the Twentieth Century

I live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt hopeless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there’s nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep.

Richard Brautigan