Ripped from the pages of imagination to live as a fabricated memory.

I gush so many words for fear that each one may someday be my last. This is a terrible and a wonderful fear.

if you plan to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you’d better first make sure they are some big fucking shoulders.

I burn, she steadies; my wild flame finds home in the shelter of her love.

Breadth of my love expands when I am with them.

“When I was small I was in love with everything. 
Now there’s only you.”

“I bear loyalty in one hand and longing in the other; I know who I am not, and from that knowing, I begin to become.”

We all have secret identities— the question is, how interesting can we be with them?

For Her

My love, my friend, my muse, my wonder.

Once life and the sea cast their spell, you must find a way to exist as a vibration between two worlds. Alternating pleasure and pain.