“Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.”

Tear me open and rest inside me.

Here I am, a mosaic of becomings.

I am a child of borderlines and we are two lands, carved differently.

For once I want to be something that lasts.

I’m sorry only I can both drown you and be the summer that dries it away.

This foundation can only take the beating of one heart.

When you kissed me you breathed air into my lifeless soul.

I am unbearably human.

The most beautiful parts of your body are those you had to grow again.

Somewhere in these walls we’re still dancing, feeling nostalgic and much too in my head.

I’ve got nothing left to give but I keep digging deeper.

Read the scars on my body like braille, for I no longer know how to tell a story that belongs deeply to me but is no longer mine.

Living is not living when I am living without you.

Hope lingers like a moon.

I turn moments into poetry.

How does one love a person who is not a person but a multitude?

Trust Him with the open doors and trust Him with the closed doors.

Love isn’t soft, like the poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

Let your heart guide you, it whispers so listen closely.

When you close the door of your mind to negative thoughts, the door of opportunity opens to you.

As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but nature’s sources never fail.

It’s a brilliant surface in that sunlight. The horizon seems quite close to you because the curvature is so much more pronounced than here on earth. It’s an interesting place to be. I recommend it.

What I’m doing right now, I’m chasing perfection and if I don’t get it, I’m going to get this close.

It’s funny how close the past is, sometimes. Sometimes it seems as if you could almost reach out and touch it. Only who really wants to?