I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along."
we are
bones and ash,
the roots of weeds
poking through
our skulls.
Today,
simple clothes,
empty mind,
full stomach,
alive, aware,
right here,
right now.
Drunk on music,
who needs wine?
Come on,
Sweetheart,
let’s go dancing
while we’ve
still got feet."
envelopes blood with night’s skin,
the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet—
it is not your hair but the terror in your head,
like long hair made of vertical nails,
and what you see are not shattered streets,
but rather, within you, your own crushed walls,
your frustrated infinity …"
and I am the light.
I am the moon
and I am the starless
night sky.
Fall in love with
all that I am
or please,
do not fall
in love with me
at all."
Take for example something as simple as touching someone; we so often say, ‘You’re so soft.’ And the person that touched them last may have said it for the twenty-eighth time, but today, I’m number twenty-nine. And I’m not saying it for her benefit; I’m saying it for mine. Because there’s almost seven billion people in the world, half of which are men, the number of them is 3.5 billion, pretty fucking cool that I was number twenty-nine."
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