“If it was easy we’d all make it.”

Open your eyes to the bottomless sky that teases omnipresence and know that you are my beyond.

You danced the fine line between graceful and reckless and this is what I wake to wait for.

I spy a life on fire and taken for granted by me.

Needing leave clumsy me – spilling mustard on my sleeve as cover-up for all the talk of love.

You and your sea glass green kaleidoscope eyes have always been my kryptonite.

We’re outsiders- you and I- we could almost be brilliant.

I hope your lemonade tastes like young summers and old times.

Things will change – that’s the best and worst of it.

The world knew it couldn’t break you unless you listened to it talking shit thought and broke yourself.

I dream of you in constellations.

And there in the mirror staring into your shadows eyes red nosed and mascara freckled you’ll recognize yourself again.

Maybe we could begin entwined – not whole – but one again.

Your forever is always worth waiting for.

You make me feel the way Christmas did when I was a kid, I’d close my eyes look to the skies and magic became real.

I wish you the wildest of dreams.

Thank you for believing in me the way I used to.

It is not easy to live in the light. The light makes us see many ugly things within us: vices, pride, the worldly spirit.

The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent and easy is the way.

To sell your soul is the easiest thing in the world. That’s what everybody does every hour of his life. If I asked you to keep your soul – would you understand why that’s much harder?

Cruelty is easy, cheap and rampant.

It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.

It’s not easy being young. It’s hard to know what to do.

When the why gets stronger, the how gets easier.

It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.