Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not...
My hands resemble some ancient tree: the roots that bind up the earth, the rock and the ceaselessly nibbling wordms.
Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?
Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.
If not, let me offer you some instruction in at least one area: get thee to a dictionary and be relentless about your visits there.
I will walk heavy, and I will walk strange.
I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote something, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing beca...
I miss you. I love you. There’s no second I’ve lived you can’t call your own.
I guess I'm hoping the weapons will make me feel better, grant me some kind of fucking control, especially if I sense the dullness inside me get too heavy and thick, warning me that something is again...
Her. Her. Her. Future breezes imploreme to stay.But I'm no future. I'm no past.Only ever contemporary of this path.I'll sacrifice everythingfor all her seasons give from losing.She, I sighfrom The Mou...
Even up until these final eons of time, we felt we could create anything.We could build ourselves a heaven.But why?We were Heaven already.Only in the very end did we try to build a S.O.U.L.That which...
And so now, in the shadow of unspoken events, I watch Zampanò's courtyard darken.Everything whimsical has left.I try to study the light-going carefully. From my room. In the glass of memory. In the mo...
Also remember, love inhabits more than just the heart and mind.
She still cannot resist looking out the window every couple of minutes. The sound of a passing truck causes her to glance away. Even if there is no sound, the weight of a hundred seconds always turns...
Life's big. If you can't fix it, give it a spin.
My flying kick nicks his nose. A warning. Worse if I weren't succumbing to squeal.What a feel.I'm too multiple to feel.A fork ahead.I take both.
My point being, what if my attacks are enterly unrelated attributable in fact to something entirely else, perhaps for instance just warning shocks brought on by my own crumbling biology, tiny flakes o...
Words will heal your heart. If you ever come to disregard everything I've told you, believe at least this much: your words and only your words will heal your heart.
Why did god create a dual universe?So he might say‘Be not like me. I am alone.'And it might be heard.
What miracle is this? This giant tree.It stands ten thousand feet highBut doesn't reach the ground. Still it stands.Its roots must hold the sky.