"isn’t it funny how time flies when you want it to stay, but stagnates when you want it to leave?"
People may not tell you how they feel about you, but they always show you. Pay attention.
"i think we all feel it. that impossibility. that tangle of thorns begging to be unraveled. everyone wants to figure out life. but some people do it more gracefully. they embrace the calamity. simply put, they’re chill.
i’m not a very graceful person, but eventually i stop struggling after a while.
i love nearness, closeness.
i love ambiguity and mystery and being enraptured in something on the verge of being discovered, on the verge of completion, creation, consummation.
yo pienso que el amor inalcanzable es como el viento y la mar. los quieren bucear en la otra, quieren sabor la otra, pero solo tienen la sal debajo de sus lenguas.
some part of me still wants passion. if it were up to me, i would hold hands and hug and kiss and tell everyone how much more they mean to me than various inanimate objects.
i want windows not peepholes into people’s souls. i want to climb in and fall ten stories.
there is a sugar bowl back home that i would always use to make my mom coffee in the mornings. i would use the same spoon to measure out sugar right after stirring her coffee and it would leave a brown kiss in the sugar.
i wonder how many people would address love poems to no one in particular. i don’t think there is a you that belongs to me anymore.
there is no void to fill. if anything, it is a swimming pool i dug and filled with love and chlorine. no one has ever drowned, but you ran around the edges and slipped twice. i’m sorry i never taught you how to swim. i’d like to rescue you but i’ve only ever been ankle deep in my own pool. but i miss the calloused roots you have for feet that don’t take from the earth that give back to the earth that are the earth that pulse with its rhythm i miss the split shades of your palm and the back of your hands like leaves i miss the body that sways with each step i miss the neck where i plucked you from an empty garden i miss the black rain that fell on your shoulders i miss the burgeoning bursting blossoming flower facing the sun facing the light on top of your head
but that’s all that i will miss.
the cinnamon has been peeled.
i don’t know what words are mine and what belongs to others.
the night is shattered.
these are not my words.
these are: i am joyful. i will not destroy myself. i will love. i will not ask too much from this world. i will not water dead flowers."
"I have lived
in my body
and still need
maps and lights
to find my way
to how I feel."
I like to be by myself.
It doesn’t mean, I hate you, I forgot you, I don’t appreciate you anymore.
It just means I have a lot to reflect about, and I enjoy the company I give myself.
"I’m very attracted to things that I can’t define."
"And it’s hard to hate someone once you understand them."