keep your heart.

You don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway. I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun. And anyway it’s the same old story— a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive. Mostly, I want to be kind.

“grief never leaves, it just changes shape.”

“She walked and she wandered and she prayed. She was in strange lands. There was silk but there was also the sun that could damage it, shrink it, destroy it. She had had desire, and she remembered it. She wanted desire again, but didn’t know where to find it.”

“Writing once felt like letting go, but now it feels like sitting in a bath for hours, stuck in my own dirt.”