when someone admits that they have no idea what they want with you.

i am taking myself apart so i can pull myself together

you, my love are all light and no heat

there is no grand mystery to be solved; only a celestial spool continuously unwinding.

the things you want will only come to you when you stop trying to escape yourself

awareness dawns when you stop fighting the present

why would you round off your edges when you were born with such crystalline angles?

we’ve poured so much water onto this piece of wood, there’s no way it can catch fire now. perhaps a spark will rise from this waterlogged...

love will not be hunted like an animal

i am sure that in some language the word for love is the same as the one for madness