prose

woman-another word for beginning.another word for revolution.another word for healing.another word for being.another word for me.

We are all running towards a destination which doesn't exist. On our way, dogs of life keep barking at us where we respond to some and some we throw stones at. Every dog teaches a lesson we are better off without. Every knife stabs a little deeper than we deserve. Every bruise stays a lot longer than it is meant to. Encumbered by forceful lessons of life we fight for the air of elation from the breaths we take to covert them into the moments of our real existence. Everything starts with life's tyrannical dominance and ends with our impelled submissiveness. We are the puppets of external circumstances and still we believe it's all on the inside. We should be laughing at our plight, someone has framed it with such sublimity. But all we do is ache at every shred of it because that's what keeps it alive.

you wanted it all to make senseand you wanted the most complicated answer, but the answer is simple.just be.

love is my thighs,this belly,my eyes.love is my speech,the search,my cry.love is myself in the mirror.i will see love every time.

you'd take one look at me and whole pieces of the earth would break off and fall away finally leaving me alone with you.

oh, the heartbreakingly beautiful tender weight of being human.

i would've done anything to make you happy.i think you knew that.i think this is why you knew you had to let me go.

i do not know how to live tepidly.i was never built to fit in.i live by my souland my soul is insane.

there is something magical and addicting about going somewhere, being alone, and finding yourself in parts of the world you never knew existed, finding parts of yourself you never knew you would find.

i let you love me.i let you take care of me.i let you do things to meno one was allowed to do before.

i am learning that when love wants to stay it will stay.i am learning that when love wants to go it will go.

everyone is in a hurry and things are always disappearing, and i am always left standing here--alone, waiting for the things that stay.

they say people only hear what they want to hear,but i don't know if that is always true, i've been wanting to hear your heart and it's as silent as the moon.

i am not a jealous person,but when i am with you,the thought of someone elsepulling your attention away from mekills me a little insideeach time.

it is hard not to count the hoursi have left with you.it is hard to be here now--knowing everything between uswill come to an end.

through the rose glass window in their beautiful new home, you stare at the love you gave away.

i sometimes think i'm too in love with alone. who could i love more than this peace?

keep following your heart.it won't always be easy, but it'll be the most important thing you'll do.