"I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds. My laughter, the devil, did frighten…"
"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?"
"I want to be the flush
running across your skin
in your wettest of dreams."
"I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds."
"I’m sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go."
"everything falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together perfectly for the next step"