I don't think I'll ever be ready to be selfless.

            It’s been cyclic lately, hills on which our hearts burst, then fall, a mosaic of ‘too much’ and ‘never enough’. Slamming the door of a house withholding false familiarity (I hate you, no, I …crumbs on the corner of my mouth, then gone, a swallow of swollen promises,unfulfilled) to open another one with shaking arms, clutching a child of ( Read more... )

      Now ; lightning has jumpstarted my less-than-steady mind and it is damn difficult to settle for less, to throw away frivolity for poignancy, spectrum for monochrome. Imagine breathing here and expiring there and the moments, pregnant with trembling self-discovery; imagine tilting back onto the world as you knew it, never taking your eyes off ( Read more... )

Tonight July leaves center stage; quiet sounds surround empty rooms and fill the darkness with comfort, the curve of a neck in which we bury the unspeakable. The evening is velvet in its death, and we lean into ourselves, how could we not? To harbor shivers and whispers and never untie the knots, to keep, to fold. You tell me this is a love where ( Read more... )