It’s more than a word. More than a breeze that stops by once awhile. It’s a corporeal being. Another space to explore and sit on and spend time with to get used to. When you spend too much time in there, that space becomes a part of you. Or you become a part of it. And at some point it shows in your daily movement. Like [the thoughts that cross your mind] when you gaze at an ordinary object, or even when you’re peeling potatoes at 3 in the morning. The space rests between your movements, your words. It shows.
— Myrtle
Yvonne
“
Why
do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we
sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when we
see a painting? Why is there a riot in the heart when we love?
Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your
stomach called desire?—Benjamin Alire Sáenz
”
you're still growing.
there's room to love yourself again.
when
the rain is blowing in your face
and the whole world is on your case
i could offer you a warm embrace
to make you feel
my love
when the evening
shadows
and the stars appear
and there is no one there
to dry your tears
i could hold you for
a million years
to make you feel
my love
and the whole world is on your case
i could offer you a warm embrace
to make you feel
my love
when the evening
shadows
and the stars appear
and there is no one there
to dry your tears
i could hold you for
a million years
to make you feel
my love
