“She was always falling in love with the complexities of the human heart.”

I’ll give you my help but not my heart.

These pills still won’t fill the hole you left behind.

I began at the end of you.

Forgive me for not knowing we could bloom together.

I wish I could go back and love you in all the ways I know how to now.

You satisfied your thirst as I drowned.

She said fuck this and became her own muse.

You are allowed to change your mind.

You loved me in a glasshouse.

The truth is I would drown In your depths if you’d let me.

Peace on earth starts with peace within.

They say eyes don’t lie, but I mistook the distance in your eyes for depth.

How unfair that I can force my hands to let go before they are ready but not my heart.

I wonder what it would be like if I took care of my body as well as I take care of your memory.

Its awfully funny how you think I’m fine.

I was only in love with the way you made me feel.

I ask myself am I a mother, a musician, a model again one day perhaps. The answer is simply yes. A woman is many complex things.

Justice demands integrity. It’s to have a moral universe – not only know what is right or wrong but to put things in perspective, weigh things. Justice is different from violence and retribution; it requires complex accounting.

A man should not strive to eliminate his complexes but to get into accord with them: they are legitimately what directs his conduct in the world.

For me the history of the place of black people in this country is so varied, complex and beautiful. And impactful.

For me the history of the place of black people in this country is so varied, complex and beautiful. And impactful.

Perhaps consciousness arises when the brain’s simulation of the world becomes so complex that it must include a model of itself.

Complexity is your enemy. Any fool can make something complicated. It is hard to keep things simple.

Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.