ATTICUS

Every word he wrote stood in proud protest to this most organized world.

It is so easy to forget we are the same as all the others in thinking that we are different.

A few drinks and the world was hers— she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.

All life is a revolt against death and all revolts are eventually quelled. The question is: in those moments with a rock in your hand and tear gas in your eyes can you smile to the fates stand tall and make your voice heard?

I shivered when I wrote it she shivered when she read what ghost is this that follows words into my lover’s head?

We were strange in love her and I too wild to last, too rare to die.

His was a selfish love patching his soul with all of her pieces.

Too many die with a brush in their hands a heart full of colors and a lifetime of empty canvases.

Come on darling, she said, let's drink wine and paint our universe

Don’t fear, her father said, sometimes the scary things are beautiful as well and the more beauty you find in them the less scary they’ll become.

The sunset raged in its gentle fury a four-horsed apocalypse charging toward us huddled on a beach in woolen blankets singing songs on a ukulele to the ever-riding doom of dark.

There’s something magic about airports it’s like standing in a room with a thousand doors.

I race to fall asleep with you to meet you in the morning a little more in love each day.

Mon luciole my firefly the very spark of my life in the darkest night burning bright you are my hope the only light I need to see.

And, out of her great sorrow and fear, came one exhilarating seed of thought that consumed her in a calming wave of love and hope— she was free.

All I wish is for you to one day love you the way I do.

She was that wild thing I loved. My dark between the stars.