“The body is but a vessel to carry the soul. A container ship to protect it as it passes through this world.”

The photo of me they choose to print when I die -Thoughts at 4 a.m

Kiss my wine-drenched mouth and drown in drunk temptations offered by the night.

Bake at any time. Lick the chocolate from the bowl. Lessons from my Nan.

I remember the stillness of the night when I met darkness for the first time.  Whispering gently in my ear “It’s time to come home”

My mind is loud but endless evanescent thoughts stay trapped in silence.

Pink dress, chestnut curls. A picture of innocence before life stole her.

If your thighs touch, don’t be scared. They are just kissing; it’s a love affair.

A star that shines the brightest is the one that had to explode the hardest. My love, you are a supernova.

Sand between her toes she dances with earth without a care in the world.

I wish I was on a jet plane, with my passport in my pocket and adventure in my veins.

Her blue eyes sparkle a little less than before. Adult life done right.

Even in darkness, your light burns with the cosmic energy of a thousand falling stars.

Your flesh is like the ocean. Let it wave, rise, ripple, and soar in all its glorious commotion.

I’m not asking that you take the bullet for me. I wish you’d shoot first.

Forever dreaming of a faraway place, where the sun melts my sorrows and blows kisses on my face.

Intrusive thoughts burn holes in my brain. I guess that’s why I’m so empty.

Souls without prayer are like bodies, palsied and lame, having hands and feet they cannot use.

Don’t be shy my love come close not with body but with raw emotion.

The body is a sacred garment. It’s your first and last garment; it is what you enter life in and what you depart life with, and it should be treated with honor.

I would be a giraffe because I just want to experience what a sore throat and being a giraffe feels like. It would be really uncomfortable walking around in the Sahara and being like, ‘I really need, like, 15 lozenges for my giraffe body.’

Crawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined— love me there.

Don’t go for the booty if it kills you.

Confront a corpse at least once. The absolute absence of life is the most disturbing and challenging confrontation you will ever have.

When you fall in love with a person, you don’t fall in love with their body. You fall in love with their names, their favorite places, their moments of life and much more again.