It’s enough, for me, to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

You don’t meet people by accident.

In the end it all comes down to waves; what surges through our veins; the way we make contact, physical or ethereal.                                             A                                    greater                                connection.     Be it touch, or energy resonating, it all comes down to this pull that is not gravitational, nor magnetic, yet moving us closer                                               toward each other.      In the end it all comes down to waves, surging, frothing waves; salt residue sticking on the skin of lovers.                                 The full moon,                                  blushing.     The intangible unrelentingly undulating inside of us.

My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddle strings and harps, drums and tambourines I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.

You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.

Make yourself a priority. At the end of the day, you’re your longest commitment.

“I’m trying really hard to not act how I feel.”

If I told you the whole truth. If I told you you’re the first thought I have when I wake up, the last thought before I fall asleep.. would it have done any good?