All I know, all I can comprehend of the mathematics of a life, are the times your hand is inside my hand, and the times it is not.

In the space, the pause between this breath and the one that follows, you have made a home inside me.

I would rather wear honest tears than the most beautiful and elaborately faked smile.

What if it’s the thereand not the herethat I long for?The wanderand not the wait,the magicin the lost feetstumbling downthe faraway streetand the way the moonnever hangsquite the same.

I would love to saythat youmake meweak in the kneesbutto be quite upfrontand completelytruthfulyoumake my bodyforgetit has kneesat all.

Some days I wake upand all I feelare the fracturesin the flesh that coversthe only meI’ve ever known.Some days,it’s those exact fissuresthat let the lighthiding inside mepour outand coverin goldeveryonethat found enough beautyin the cracksto...

I believein love at first sightbut I will always believe that the peoplewe lovewe have loved before.Many, many, many times beforeand when we stumblethrough grace and circumstance and that brilliant illusion of choiceto finally meet...

What an utter disgrace it would be to find something truly magic and spend any time at all pretending and trying to convince yourself it is all just an unbelievably orchestrated and beautifully choreographed illusion.