home.

“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”

“I don’t know what living a balanced life feels like. When I am sad, I don’t cry, I pour. When I am happy, I don’t smile, I glow. When I am angry, I don’t yell, I burn. The good thing about feeling in extremes, is when I love, I give them wings. But perhaps that isn’t such a good thing, cause they always tend to leave and you should see me, when my heart is broken. I don’t grieve, I shatter.”

“And the moon’s a silver slipper It’s pouring champagne stars.”

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”

“There is more and more I tell no one, strangers nor loves. This slips into the heart without hurry, as if it had never been. And yet, among the trees, something has changed. Something looks back from the trees, and knows me for who I am.”

“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence…”

“And I dream too much and I don’t write enough and I’m trying to find God everywhere.”

Sadness knows my address

Instead of Depression

“My body takes on sadness the way lily pollen stains everything. / Accidentally, gently, permanently.”

My friend wakes up at noon. Goes to bed at eight. Wants less time because she wants less pain.