“Mouths open and very close catching sounds inside our throats.”

Skin is just the softest cage.

Dear hands, Don’t let them tell you art is a hopeless pursuit art my friends is pursuing light for the hopeless.

When I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.

Pain has one name but finds you through many.

My longing for intimacy does not abandon the love I’ve built for myself.

My longing for intimacy does not abandon the love I’ve built for myself.

When we die plant us close so life grows from our love still. Even in death my chest will bloom for you.

A vicious cycle of becoming the thing that hurt you the most- Life.

If i never find the words for how much you mean to me you’re all the best ones and then some, love.

Love me fearlessly for everything I am and all the things I come with.

When I love I leave nothing for the dogs.

If words could scatter flesh the way it feels inside the heart i’d be holding up the walls in the house of our goodbye.

Do you remember when I felt like home?

If drowning taught me how to swim, this fall will teach me how to fall.

To be struck with a force you cannot match if not death it must be love.

The death of imagination is the end of all possibility.

Perhaps it’s chasing me. But I don’t think it will ever catch me because I am moving fast.

Joy is a net of love in which you can catch souls.

If there are nine rabbits on the ground and you want to catch one, just focus on one.

The artist sees what others only catch a glimpse of.

Boys think girls are like books, If the cover doesn’t catch their eye they won’t bother to read what’s inside.

Don’t try to lessen yourself for the world; let the world catch up to you.

The feeling we catching, my love is a blessing.

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.