i’m vastly more pro- ductive when i’m making up my own dirty rules.
i’m vastly more pro- ductive when i’m making up my own dirty rules.
the unguarded pleasure of your unfettered love granted in fits and spurts– boundaries demolished and resurrected in the span of a single breath– shadows hovering and descending this infinite perspective that has always been patiently waiting for my prying, stubborn eyes and willful, unrelenting mind. An existence within emotion– dancing feelings, tidal waves …
did you ever talk to me about the we that you believed could be? or did i hear it underneath your hidden thoughts wrapped between your words?
the spaciousness of my home when i alone am here– is staggering.
this feels like distance i’m clarifying my space you’re my best teacher
Family is formed when bonds of love we feel are unfathomable
i like to create within a defined structure it helps me distill
i do miss sleeping next to you– but i also love sleeping alone.
letting go teaches the most valuable lesson: what will be will be.
if a springboard is what you are why not propel me as high and as far as possible? beyond threat of imagination or existence– past sighs and romanticism spurring challenge and transition expansion and separation a limitlessness that few can fathom jumping up and beyond an unquantified chasm– allowing for the possibility that you might imagine …
the edges of myself 