stasis.

Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.

We survived. You and I. And those who survive have a duty. Our duty is to do our best to keep on living. Even if our lives are not perfect.

Home doesn’t have an address. Home has a beating heart and sweaty palms.

I’m glad I met you, I hope you know that.

Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.

I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.

I will be with you in this life and I will look for you in next so we can be together for another adventure.

I had a dream that we met again, for the first time, and things were different. Better.

I’m in love with dead memories.

I can hear your absence in my soul, loud and luminous, sometimes it’s a hushed echo, lingering low and lurking loose but it never fades, it takes a break but it never breaks away.

When someone dies, the initial stages of grief seem to be the worst. But in some ways, it’s sadder as time goes by and you consider how much they’ve missed in your life. In the world.