Conversations, laughter and the mellow quiet in between Stitch the stressed patches of me Like rain falling on cracked mud; softening its edges.
Sometimes my people will be out of reach Our distance felt through screens and scribbles, Ghosts of past memories haunt brightly.
It helps then to gently remember Despite the fading afterglow – 'they will be back' Even the sun returns the next day.
You can't sell a cure without a disease.
Our conversation ends Like they usually do When the doors slide open to a crowded room.
We step in and find a space to fill. The cables lurch as I reflect on this perfect day Already missing you while you're still here.
The previous hours blurred between stories, rants and laughter. A few drops of joy Pours into our river of memories.
Now we are in this shared space, Watching folks prepare to leave, Knowing it's nearly our turn.
For me to remain and you to go. Leave this day behind and meet again. Our conversation ended too soon.
It is better to die once than die many times.
How many more sunsets can I savour? Breathe in the bush and the trees, Feel the wind brush past my fingers Or sand cling to my toes.
I hope, enough. In the midst of commitments, And anxious undertones Of our world falling apart.
How much love can one heart hold? I wonder with my bare feet planted on the grass, Listening to kids play and aunties chat While couples walk with linked arms.
My heart is full.
LORAINE: Is that all you think I am? An idea in your head? DAVID: No! But if it's all I have, then it's all I can honestly love. Don't you see that?
History doesn't repeat itself but it often rhymes.
It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but – but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s – That’s what I want out of a relationship.
Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way
I didn't know words could hold so much.