timelessness emerges existing next to you. a span of hours, days– one tender moment folded into lifetimes spent chasing shadows and resurrecting structures. mapping this careful framework entrusted to none but ourselves. the understated pageantry of a life unfolding small moments witnessed– all access granted to the one whose willingness to engage is unsurpassed. …
if there were more time i’d have filled all of your pockets with them– tumbling words of love and devotion simple sentiments, gentle reminders unwinding thoughts cascading from my heart to yours– pieces of paper, folded by fingers sounds formed from a feeling– the surge through my cells– electrical impulses riding the waves, tossing …
i don’t know what it looks like– the view from over there. don’t know if the landscape has changed at all from your vantage point– if these massive internal upheavals read on the outside– subtle shifts across a skyline that runs emotional and bleeds tempermental. concerning myself with details, intangible story-lines i narrate and …
I can’t fathom a way in which I don’t love you. the perfectly arcing circle– a rounded perspective– each angle revealing a larger truth– an exponential expansion. I can’t find the words or articulate the sentiment– but feel with every cell of my being the constant communication from my soul to yours– messages travelling …
from the beginning your vulnerability is what drew me in.
I’m sorting through a lot of late. (When am I not?) But by far the most potent thing seems to be acknowledging and letting go of the stories I tell myself. (And I tell myself a lot of stories.) Many of them are based in truth, or partial truth– and have some vague notion of …
i will always keep you safe– wrap you up in unending arms carefully shield you from the demons and monsters who prey upon you in your mind. i will shut the door and lock it tight– closing out those thoughts that leave you desperate and clinging to a structure that is yours to crumble. …
the edges of myself 