Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.
If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?
When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain.
What Gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them.
Sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute. Sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through.
My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.