chilled legumes

“(…) I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. Probably not even real.”

“And it was Death itself who stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love. But as well as the horror, I felt a strange longing.”

“… we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.”

“Feeling? There is nothing to feel. Except this longing…”

“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”

“Words are never ‘only words’; they matter because they define the contours of what we can do.”

“I have clung / To nothing, loved a nothing, nothing seen / Or felt but a great dream.”

My most beautiful hiding places, / places that best fit my soul’s deepest colors, / are made of all that others forgot.