I’m a stranger in my own life.
LANG LEAVI’m a stranger in my own life.
LANG LEAVThere is a savagery to what you feel. It eats you up inside. But you will get through it; you don’t need his mouth to placate you. You don’t need his hands to untangle the butterfly knot in your heart. Your love is a fire that will burn itself out. Let it ravage you.
LANG LEAVThe briefest moment shared with you-the longest on my mind.
LANG LEAVI used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.
LANG LEAVDon’t you get it?” he said. “The ones who are afraid of heights don’t trust themselves enough to jump.
LANG LEAVIt is the mark of a great poet to write words that feel as though they have stood witness to your most intimate memory of love.
LANG LEAVShe can feel it down to her very core-this is her time. She will not only climb mountains-she will move them too.
LANG LEAVDon’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.
LANG LEAVIn a sea of strangers, you’ve longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.
LANG LEAVI can’t believe how hard it is. The pain is indescribable. It’s like I’ve been turned into sandstone and my insides are being slowly hollowed out by a chisel and mallet.
LANG LEAVSomehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.
LANG LEAVI have happened in so many places, to so many people – the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
LANG LEAVBut when I look at you, I just know instinctively, that despite the odds against you and although life will always find a way to test you, someday you’ll have everything you want. Your ending will be a happy one.
LANG LEAVI have always thought of memories as fragments, like colored glass shards in a kaleidoscope. It is the source of great beauty in our lives, yet the cause of such heartache. It remains the bridge between our past and present – it gives weight and dimension to our very existence.
LANG LEAVIn time she will learn, not to miss them.
LANG LEAVOur emotions pull us in different directions. The stronger the emotion, the greater the pull. Feelings are not always practical, nor do they make any logical sense. That’s just the way it goes.
LANG LEAV