Take me back to the evergreen trees; to the sunlight through the leaves, the bending ferns and fronds. The pitter of the rain, the smooth rocks sleeping under moss. Take me back to the life I know before this body.
SCHUYLERThis does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
More Schuyler Quotes
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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
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I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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People have been washed away by less. I’ll take every step gently. So often, you can’t tell the rush of a riptide until you’re already at sea.
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I descend into an unopened sky, the ocean floor, the final embrace of a graveyard. Find your fill of me before my blue pales like a sour moon.
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I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.
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Some mornings, I like to live like a secret; wake as quietly as I can, slip out of bed without so much as a wrinkle.
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I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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We’ve never seen what a happy life could look like if we chose to spend it by ourselves – sharing our beautiful lives with friends, family members, the occasional crush, and lounging out in that quiet space alone as if an idyllic sunned beach.
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My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.
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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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Please come here, but not too close.
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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.
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