I am not my thoughts. I am the temple that hears the whispers of them.
ALYCE TAYLORI am not my thoughts. I am the temple that hears the whispers of them.
ALYCE TAYLORMy heart died in your hands and resurrected in my own.
ALYCE TAYLORThe less thinking. The more breathing. Stay in this space a little longer.
ALYCE TAYLORTake refuge in your own arms. Collapse into the protection of your own body. It’s the safest home you will ever know.
ALYCE TAYLORI have died and rebirth a million times inside this body, and I have met a million people because of it.
ALYCE TAYLORI used to admire people who spoke their mind. Now I admire people who speak their heart.
ALYCE TAYLOREven if you were to lose it all – you would still be art.
ALYCE TAYLORNothing defies you more than the intentions in your heart.
ALYCE TAYLORGlass can shatter, yet still be created into nothing short of art. And so can you.
ALYCE TAYLORI stepped into love with grace. I stepped out of love with grace. The beginning was beautiful. The ending was beautiful.
ALYCE TAYLORFor every breath that catches the attention of my lungs – I am grateful.
ALYCE TAYLOROur greatness mistake was starting with potent lust, and allowing it to drip into lust.
ALYCE TAYLORSwirl me around in your teacup and drink me until tiny particles of my sugar are encrusted on your lips.
ALYCE TAYLORI am learning to forgive all those who are not sorry.
ALYCE TAYLORI will take this heart, these lungs, these hands and I will rebuild.
ALYCE TAYLORPoetry is not something you try to grasp with your mind and wrap yourself around to figure it out.
ALYCE TAYLOR