What did my arms do before they held you?
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.
I am, I am, I am
The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
Kiss me and you'll know how important I am
If you expect nothing from anybody, you're never disappointed.
Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between
There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends
Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted.
Is there no way out of the mind?
I talk to God but the sky is empty
Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating.
I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.