but how can you dare to know your heart? its secrets, buried deep its secrets, even from you, does it keep can you dare to touch your soul? when all the world is go, go, go and stillness, even, is overrated and medication and meditation and the walls crumbling — every...

he smiled at me. and when he did, he had an orange in his mouth. and i couldn’t see his teeth. only the orange. and that was nice. these kinds of things are nice. do i have an orange in my mouth? for you? here’s one: DO NOT WORRY. now. run....

you deserve sweet time in the sunshine sunning years gone by years without your face so stunning but vulnerability without sharpness is dull as a dull day a humid hug and a sweaty brow and nothing much more to say be vulnerable and be sharp too be vulnerable but be...