i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

i am so crammedfull of fearsthat if you were to touch me i might eitherfly or break.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

let my heart always belike it is...this very momentready to explode...with lovea violent rainstorm...with no streamno ocean vast enoughto flow into.

You are the ocean to my eyes.

what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.

If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.

Sometimesthe things that make you cryare more beautifulthan the thingsthat make you laugh.

I wouldn't mindif life left me...winglessburnt to cindersripped by stormsscattered...like weedscelestially woundedwithout cherry blossomsto perish withbut I would crywith head held in my handsif it left me...unfulfilled.