Time
All opposites, All dichotomies Are false, sans time.
Life over time becomes death, Love becomes loss, And perhaps also hate.
Tragedy to comedy. Light to darkness. Misery unto strength.
Everything can become nothing, Over time. Give it time.
All opposites, All dichotomies Are false, sans time.
Life over time becomes death, Love becomes loss, And perhaps also hate.
Tragedy to comedy. Light to darkness. Misery unto strength.
Everything can become nothing, Over time. Give it time.
Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
Your heart can hold everything.
Including the world — its darkness and its light.
Including your story, including my story — including the story of all of us…
So moved by sensations & textures That yearn to be understood. My being consumed by patterns.
Tapping into the pulse of the universe, Connected to the history of life And to the artist.
A person, Like me. Who can feel so intensely.
If you think about it properly, there's nothing real anywhere. There's only the choice with which you fill emptiness
History is still being written
Delight, Nuances, Strategy, Repeat.
F-150 pickup truck love. Denim hugging on your thighs love. Azalea love. Doctor’s parking lot love. Kissing on your belly and all around your red hair love. Too bad that didn’t actually happen. Because that’s something you could write a country song about.
When I heard the news That you were gone I didn’t think much of it. You’re not where I am, You’re not where you used to be.
Now that I am back Where you’ve been. I feel your absence, I feel your presence. And it hurts so damn much.
And I miss you.
this place makes me the kind of exhausted that has nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with the people around me