“The road’s been long but I made it to you.”

We will always be an open ending, a beautiful perhaps.

I am sad about the things I did to make you want me.

She built her castle at rock bottom.

I am terrified that I am destined for almost.

I am messy when I am in pain.

I dream of all the places we never made it to.

There is something extraordinary in this space between our skin.

In another life, you kept your word, and forever’s still ours for the taking.

I am not proud of the things I did when I was hurting.

How can I be homesick for a life I haven’t lived?

You were a beautiful chapter, but not my last.

It was an adventure, wasn’t it? You and I.

Mortgages, marriage, and kids are not life’s only meaningful milestones.

She had a smile that took me to church every damn night.

How sad it is that you have become something I need to recover from.

Too many broken forevers and tired bones.

The past of the soul is so distant! The soul does not live on the edge of time. It finds its rest in the universe imagined by reverie.

The road before us is shorter than the road behind.

When men are full of envy they disparage everything, whether it be good or bad.

To the wrongs that need resistance, To the right that needs assistance, To the future in the distance, Give yourselves.

I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.

Everything at a distance turns into poetry; distant mountains, distant people, distant events; all become Romantic.

learning must travel the distance from head to heart.

It’s good to have a little distance. If you discuss your love too much, it just damages it.