Like our bodies are made from gravel, we seem to  be too hard on the teeth. We seem to chip away at those  who try to swallow us. Call it a learned survival technique, call it, ‘we made our bodies dangerous so  hungry things would have no choice but to stay away’ : we are no longer soft enough to stay, tiny and inconvenient, between their canines and the knots they call hands. We have begun  to learn what it is to unravel, a tangle of stone.

You’re like the ocean… Pretty enough on the surface, but dive down into your depths, you’ll find beauty most people never see. Lucky me. I fell in, headfirst.

It is perhaps when our lives are at their most problematic that we are likely to be most receptive to beautiful things.

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.

How long will you demand I love you? I’m through, I won’t make any more flowers for you I judge you as the trees do by dying

I would rather read a mediocre book than waste time sitting around with people making small talk.

You are so good. So good, you’re always feeling so much. And sometimes it feels like you’re gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don’t it? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it.

Missing you comes in waves. Tonight I’m drowning.