Skew Your View

I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.

it is only once in a while that you see someone whose electricity and presence matches yours at that moment.

You’ll understand why storms are named after people.

Maybe the need to be remembered is stronger than the need to remember.

My dear, Press your ear into my chest. Can you hear the madness? My heart dances like a child, Unsure if it should stop or race or rest. Slide your fingers across my skin. Can you feel me shaking? My body shivers like it’s winter, Rising like steam or fresh bread baking. Grip my hand around your arm. Can you sense my relief? My footsteps follow your rhythm, Ready to jump or sprint or leap. Lay your head upon my lap. Can you hear my lullaby? My soul whispers little promises, Vowing to love, to live, to die.

No one ever likes the right person.

They were like two magnets who couldn’t decide whether to attract or repel.

I remember when I was younger and I wanted to be beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else.

I was surprised, as always, how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.