“I don’t think that writing, real writing, has much to do with affirming belief–if anything it causes rifts and gaps in belief which make belief more complex and more textured, more real.”

You were fully clothed in lies, I was naked in truth. Still, when morning came It was I who survived the cold.

I loved you as Icarus loved the sun- too close, too much.

We attract who our souls need to grow.

You’re my bad habit, on this dark planet, light up my world like stars, now they’re ashes.

Permanence is a wonderful magician. Now you see him, next he goes on to perform the greatest disappearing act of all time.

Live to be happy not to impress.

You shined your light on all the things I’ve been trying so hard to hide.

You are the love I could never escape not that I would ever want to.