sanguine eyes

one day you two will meet again she’ll be wearing a dress that you never got to see high heels and the lipstick that you never really liked, but now it’s the most beautiful color you’ve ever seen her nails will be painted your favorite color her hair will be in curls down to her waist and she will smell like your favorite of her perfumes you will hear her voice and it will take you back you’ll remember all of the i love yous that she said and the prayers that she prayed you’ll see her smile you’ll remember how happy she made you and you’ll remember what it felt like when her lips touched yours so gently but so passionately and how sweet she tasted you’ll look in her eyes and you’ll remember all the tears, all the apologies, all the i miss yous you’ll remember the way it felt to leave her to lose her and it’ll sting but only for a second because you moved on a long time ago but you’ll wonder oh, you’ll wonder you’ll wonder why you ever walked away from a woman like her.

There you are quite beautiful and powerful striking both fear and admiration Love and freedom are your essence I salute you.

What people are craving isn’t perfection. People aren’t longing to be impressed; they’re longing to feel like they’re home. If you create a space full of love and character and creativity and soul, they’ll take off their shoes and curl up with gratitude and rest, no matter how small, no matter how undone, no matter how odd.

Physical exercise helps you detach from conceptual thought.

Who speaks of love? I am cold and I want to be December.