7 Quotes by Marlen Komar

If you stand right at the edge of the night sky, some place where one o’clock leaves to meet two, the breeze will carry your words up to the stars. And they’ll swallow your secrets until its time to hand them over to the truths in the sky- the ones that draw maps in the black. They carve their answers into the backs of my hands, the grooves of the words running deep in my palms.

And me, standing under the splintered night, catching fractured glimpses into the black behind the black, hearing the prayers of stars, the angry whispers of the dark summer night.Its voice cracks,on your name.My eyes close,on your name.

The stars, like the hollow eyes of a god forgotten, marry the sadness of the exhausted hour and inspire a little chaos, a little gentleness, to those below. I look up at the sky and see everything I’ve ever lost,waiting for me.

Speak to the breeze cautiously during those lonely summer nights.

And as I bring my hands to my face, try to catch my breath, inhale the promises of the song you took away from me, I say it again. I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay. I’m okay. I’ll be, okay.

You’re more to me than I let you see. And I, I’m less to you than I’m willing to believe.

I much prefer loss. Because in loss, I’ll keep you forever. And in love, you’ll always take back what was once given so freely.