I would love to saythat youmake meweak in the kneesbutto be quite upfrontand completelytruthfulyoumake my bodyforgetit has kneesat all.
There is more light than darkness, there has always been.
Be gentle,always delicatewith every soulyou meet,for every single morningyou wake up,there is someoneWishing,silentlyand secretly,that theyhad not.
What an utter disgrace it would be to find something truly magic and spend any time at all pretending and trying to convince yourself it is all just an unbelievably orchestrated and beautifully choreographed illusion.
Part those sheetslike holy watersand I will worship you skinlike a born-againbeliever.
If you give me homeI will give you adventure.It’s both we can have.
All I know, all I can comprehend of the mathematics of a life, are the times your hand is inside my hand, and the times it is not.
In the space, the pause between this breath and the one that follows, you have made a home inside me.
I would rather wear honest tears than the most beautiful and elaborately faked smile.
What if it’s the thereand not the herethat I long for?The wanderand not the wait,the magicin the lost feetstumbling downthe faraway streetand the way the moonnever hangsquite the same.