#* quotes.

“Shadows have crept into your face,  smudged lines you stubbornly recall as sharp. A trembling truth dawns in the mirror,  vacillates, at odds with memory. You shift  the angle of the light. 

“I am too old, now, for this cultivated garden. What I want are wild vines winding themselves around scarred tree trunks, a river that can carry the hairs I shed out to the open sea, bury them beneath its immense sunsets.” 

What a thing to try to hold, this flicker of youth. My body warm, glowing, a thing apart from me, and I a miser with it.

Here, where our skins meet, where our stories clash or sometimes come together in the gentlest & sweetest ways, tell me a story. Where we are now, people have always been.