For me, the worst is feeling numb. I can’t express exactly how awful it feels and how intensely nonchalant I become. It’s probably my lowest of lows, and I can’t climb out of that place willingly. I become this other person whose motives I can’t fathom, and dislike simultaneously. That is my other side; always buried and never allowed to see light.
(Certain things and people bring out that out of me.)
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
really does make a difference in every aspect of your life
"Mediocrity is a terminal illness"
Instead of just looking up into the sky, you’re actually gazing down into the infinite cosmic abyss, with only gravity holding you onto the surface of the earth.
"I was interested in everything and committed to nothing."
I am a firm believer that everything has a purpose.
its up to us to discover that purpose ….more often than not even when we even begin to figure out the purpose behind all that we encounter …we still won’t even understand it ,even if we find the answer …. if there even is an answer.
"Tell me how it slips away…… Does it ever stay the same ?"
"I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it."