I taught the clouds to cry for me, dig?

“A wildflower sprouted on my lips when we kissed then another on my collarbone as you brushed my hair aside. A field grew like wild down the river that is my spine as your fingertips lightly touched every space they could find. My eyes like sunflowers fixated on you, my hands around yours intertwined. Come closer now, wildflowers need the sun to bloom before they die.”

“I want to marry the darkest parts of you. I want the darkness in me to kiss the darkness inside of you so it can sleep soundly within both of us. I want the light inside of you to dance with the light inside of me. We’ll call it a cha cha. I want to not be in love with pieces of you but to be in love with every.single.piece. You are loved beyond measure. even on the days when the darkness inside of me burns so brightly I can’t dance, I want you to know your light is the only light I see. Your light illuminates me.”

“Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it’s a feather bed.”