What were you before you met me?""I think I was drowning""And what are you now?""Water

The most beautiful part of your bodyis where it’s headed. & remember,loneliness is still time spentwith the world.

A page, turning, is a wing lifted with no twin, and therefore no flight. And yet we are moved.

God must be a season, grandma said, looking out at the blizzard drowning her garden.My footsteps on the sidewalk were the smallest flights.Dear god, if you are a season, let it be the one I passed through to get here.Here. That's all I wanted to be.I promise.

Tell me it was for the hunger & nothing less. For hunger is to givethe body what it knowsit cannot keep. That this amber lightwhittled down by another waris all that pins my hand to your chest.

4:37 a.m. How come depression makes me feel more alive?

Memory erases into music

If you find yourself trapped inside a dimming world, remember it was always this dark inside the body. Where the heart, like any law, stops only for the living. If you find yourself, then congratulations, your hands are yours to keep.

Don't we touch each other just to prove we're still here?