We all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.
LANG LEAVWe all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.
LANG LEAVI was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.
LANG LEAVHow much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.
LANG LEAVI learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.
LANG LEAVIn her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.
LANG LEAVIf any person claims to have loved twice in all their life – they have not loved at all.
LANG LEAVBefore the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.
LANG LEAVStrange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
LANG LEAVSometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
LANG LEAVI know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.
LANG LEAVIt’s so dark right now, I can’t see any light around me. That’s because the light is coming from you. You can’t see it but everyone else can.
LANG LEAVI know love because I am in love. Because of how long I’ve loved. Because of the man I love.
LANG LEAVWhen you lose a person, a whole universe goes along with them.
LANG LEAVAre you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking that it will always open its arms up to you?
LANG LEAVIt was a question I had worn on my lips for days – like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn’t resist pulling – despite knowing it could all unravel around me. “Do you love me, I ask?” In your hesitation I found my answer.
LANG LEAVA book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
LANG LEAV