in case of november

I love rawness so much. Falsely started sentences, mispelled words, things that you cannot say, that you have no words for. The way a person’s voice cracks up when they sing. The way you see wrinkles beneath the eyes of someone older each time they smile. It makes me believe that everything doesn’t have to be perfect, but it’s fine. It is what makes us all human. Unfiltered. Honest. It makes me believe in life again, reminding me that there are still a lot of beautiful things left in this world.

I have nothing good to say about Woody Allen, so I don’t think we should go there. I think he sexually assaulted a child and I don’t think that’s right. It’s gotten very quiet in here, but that’s true.

You are the deep innerness of all things, the last word that can never be spoken. To each of us you reveal yourself differently: to the ship as a coastline, to the shore as a ship