the world confuses me and fascinates me and frustrates me. people confuse and fascinate and frustrate me. i confuse fascinate and frustrate myself. there are too many things to think about in life, thats why i never sleep.
And it’s hard to hate someone once you understand them.
She began to understand why lovers talk baby talk to one another. There was no other socially acceptable circumstance in which the children inside her were permitted to come out. If the one-year-old, the five-year-old, the twelve-year-old, and the twenty-year-old all find compatible personalities in the beloved, there is a real chance to keep all of these sub-personas happy. Love ends their long loneliness. Perhaps the depth of love can be calibrated by the number of different selves that are actively involved in a given relationship.
All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.
It was neither possible nor necessary to educate people who never questioned anything.
Falling in love with you was a kind of melting, and
falling out of love with you wasn’t at all like rebuilding
ice cubes out of fog, but rather
evaporation, condensation, and then the rain
My heartbeat keeps me awake at night
and I don’t understand what language it speaks in so
I put a stethoscope over my chest and plug
it into my laptop,
but Google Translate
still hasn’t found how to translate water into words,
or an ocean into a novel
about the back of a whale’s throat.
is never as simple as a one-liner.
is a burning shipwreck under four thousand layers of sea.
What I’ve come here to do tonight is this —
salvage what I can from the wreckage
so that I can rise again, like a phoenix, into my own
I touch you and my heart undergoes the water cycle.
Evaporation and condensation, and then