Written on Skin

“Maybe that's why I romanticize: not because I'm naive, but because I need to believe even sorrow has texture, even loss has grace.”

“So do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to life? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Deside. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.”

The light is even

“You crawled home that night with your heart between your knees– every bad word like a sunburn on your back. Your poured yourself up the stairs and didn’t care for what got caught in the carpet. Here’s to what was left of you. Here’s a toast, to every bad love we tried to love good again. To all the heartbreak we put back together with Elmer’s glue and duct tape. Here’s to all those bruises we tried to call love bites– Here’s to us: for stumbling our way to the backside of forever. So, nothing is perfect, amen, goddamn– but there has to be something better.”

“I’m thinking of dating trees next. We could just stand around all night together. We could just stand each other. I’d murmur, they’d rustle,”

“All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life—where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.”

“Something of you still taut still tugs still pulls, a rope that trembled hummed between us. Hummed, love, didn’t it. Love, how it hummed.”

“Everyone wishes to be loved, but, in the event, nearly no one can bear it. Everyone desires love but also finds it impossible to believe that he deserves it. However great the private disasters to which love may lead, love itself is strikingly and mysteriously impersonal; it is a reality which is not altered by anything one does. Therefore, one does many things, turns the key in the lock over and over again, hoping to be locked out. Once locked out, one will never again be forced to encounter in the eyes of the stranger, oneself, who is loved. And yet – one would prefer, after all, not to be locked out. One would prefer, merely, that the key unlocked a less stunningly unusual door.”