The Madison Complex

Often, it’s not about becoming a new person, but becoming the person you were meant to be, and already are, but don’t know how to be.

Do not think I am forgetful of you. You would not believe me if you knew how often you are in my heart & mind. I love thinking of you.

I laugh harder with you. I feel more myself with you. I trust you with me–the real me. When something goes wrong, or right, or I hear a funny joke, or I see something bizarre, you’re the first person I want to talk to about it.

What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.

Everything is energy and that’s all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics.

I want the part of you that you refuse to give.

My fellow Americans, it has been the honor of my life to serve you. I won’t stop; in fact, I will be right there with you, as a citizen, for all my days that remain. For now, whether you’re young or young at heart, I do have one final ask of you as your President - the same thing I asked when you took a chance on me eight years ago. I am asking you to believe. Not in my ability to bring about change - but in yours. I am asking you to hold fast to that faith written into our founding documents; that idea whispered by slaves and abolitionists; that spirit sung by immigrants and homesteaders and those who marched for justice; that creed reaffirmed by those who planted flags from foreign battlefields to the surface of the moon; a creed at the core of every American whose story is not yet written: Yes We Can. Yes We Did. Yes We Can.

Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.

Sunrise and my love for you. Things that don’t change every morning.

The universe doesn’t allow perfection.