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...
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 swimtowards asphalt because that’s how blind waves become approachingthe steel breasts of summer’s end after i knowwhat pleasure isto be suspended weightlessin your armssmilingnaked as a delicate blue southern night how could i ever love anyone...
“When love beckons to you, follow it.” Khalil Gibran Indian philosopher, Jiddu Krishnamurti, once famously said: Only those who’ve never truly loved, ask me questions about life’s purpose. Why does living need a purpose other than its mere...
The great theologian and philosopher, Augustine once defined love as “Amo: Volo Ut Sis”. Translated from Latin, this means “I Love: I Will That You Are”. What this statement implies is that the only thing love requires is for us to just “be”; as love is...
