November 26, 2012
“When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. “It’s all right” we whisper, “I’m here, I love you.” and we lie: “I’ll never leave you.” For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.”
October 21, 2012
It’s necessary to transform pain into art. To give form to suffering.
Even if it’s just a common “wringing one’s hands in despair”. This
is also a convention of pain. Without convention there is no art.
At the same time it’s humiliating not to be able to speak
directly, to scream, to weep. It’s not enough.
August 11, 2012
If I breathe you in and you breathe me out, I swear we can breathe forever. I swear I’ll find summer in your winter and spring in your autumn and always, hands at the ends of your fingers, arms at the ends of your shoulders and I swear, when we run out of forever, when we run out of air, your name will be the last word that my lungs make air for.
August 4, 2012
June 15, 2012
April 6, 2012
March 3, 2012
March 1, 2012
February 28, 2012
“I’ve always thought that you and I are meant to get together, eventually. I’ve felt it, deep within me, right to the core of me, with every fiber of my being, I refuse to accept any other outcome. So when I get nostalgic for the people we could have been together, when I long for you in all the ways we could have been, I tell myself that this is just bad timing. I tell myself it’s all about timing and this just isn’t our time and that maybe somewhere in the future, when you are ready, maybe we could find our way back to each other. But for now we are strangers once again, people who shared a short history together. This is what I tell myself to get through days like this, days when I just long for everything that could have been.”