say the quiet grows around me promise you know i’m still here say the slip of light is what we lacked to pin my hands on your chest for not just tonight when senses become emigrants and have stopped taking me, say the leftover waters will not empty me of you...
We can live without many things, but we can’t live without touch. When we are not touched we might become sad, irritable, and aggressive. Touch is what creates a sense of safety, connection and trust in our life; touch is soothing and pleasurable, and it cultivates a...
Hold my hand, and let me take you into the brilliancy of your feelings. Our feelings are our inner compass; our navigation system which mainly consists of two primary feelings, “safe” or “unsafe”. This system is what helps us to go through life...
from room to room we carried each other and our ordinary gestures throughout the years, passing by the often overlooked the sometimes unremembered god-like things everything in life begins with noticing so here: i give you back the old house placed oil jars beside the...
what sadness to finally swim towards asphalt because that’s how blind waves become approaching the steel breasts of summer’s end after i know what pleasure is to be suspended weightless in your arms smiling naked as a delicate blue southern night how could i ever love...
