"Me, leaving. You, going — the distance between us stretching across state lines that for me hold oceans between them. Please. I press my lips against your skin like a plea. Your fingers between mine are prayers that I’ve been trying to find the words for since the first time I woke up from a dream about angels to see you looking at me with the sky in your eyes. The worst part about being human is having a heart so susceptible to metaphors…. I don’t want to think of all those suns that will rise without you."
"Like the earth and moon
I am covered
with craters and scars.
That is not something
I need to be saved from."
"it’s warm. it’s very warm. it’s like something liquid and golden and sometimes i’m too tired of it and sometimes it’s all i want. you can’t be in love all of your life with another human being. sometimes you’ve got to love yourself, too. i didn’t think i deserved love for a while, didn’t think i needed human love as much as i needed to be full of love, but it’s fascinating, i guess, to watch myself care more and more about another person and see them grow and watch them flourish and know that they think about you, too. it’s warm, thinking about someone, knowing that they’re thinking about you. it feels safe. i no longer have the desire to destroy everything that tries to reach inside of me. i’m not always happy, but i’m content. i may be sad very often, but at least there is that warmth."
"Forget about your life situation and pay attention to your life. Your life situation exists in time. Your life is now. Your life situation is mind-stuff. Your life is real."
"If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness."
"I wish I was beautiful or at least wise, but I’m simply mad and violent."
my selves go with you,only i remain;
a shadow phantom effigy or seeming
(an almost someone always who’s noone)
a noone who,till their and your returning,
spends the forever of his loneliness
dreaming their eyes have opened to your mourning
feeling their stars have risen through your skies:
so,in how merciful love’s own name,linger
no more than selfless i can quite endure
the absence of that moment when a stranger
takes in his arms my very lifes who’s you
-when all fears hopes beliefs doubts disappear."
Everywhere and joy’s perfect wholeness we’re.