the glass inkwell

“But in the night he woke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken from him.”

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

“No matter how often you step on me I will always grow back.”

She truly was a mystery.

She was the hourglass and he was the sandstorm in her. Together their souls are timeless.

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.

Love and loss share the same unmade bed.

But just because you’re strong and resilient doesn’t mean you never need someone to be there for you, to take care of you.

In the quiet wild, we dance arm in arm, with love. Forever exists.

We spoke endlessly about everything and nothing. Now, I cannot even remember the sound of your voice.

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

if I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.

We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.