It's the silence which gets us in the end.

Dual furnaces where the dancer stokes his own doom.

For the heart is an organ of fire, stellar power, truth, beauty, and love.

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.”