Please come here, but not too close.
SCHUYLERMeet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
More Schuyler Quotes
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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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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
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I sit on the bare floor, leave my palms unturned, and watch relief pool into one hand, and uncertainty in the next. I will try not to lean more one way or another, but let them hold each other as company.
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In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.
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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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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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If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
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I’m choosing to believe things are getting better again. The give and take of joy, remembering a few days of ache does not mean forever.
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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 know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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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’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.
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