Until you came to fill me I could not touch my lack. I felt myself complete. Now I have a name for the empty space where love can dwell. It is called...
There is something faintly ridiculous about middle age. It's the point when life is no longer rehearsal, but life. Possibilities traded for a red...
I walk in a sunlight world sometimes And breathe it in entire, wanting to absorb it all Quickly, before it fades away. I love it for the fragility, not to want to linger.
The world has been divided many times. There is an entire calculus devoted to it: take the integral of religion, or the derivative of war. Show your work. The dead know only arithmetic, the unkind subtraction