You can have a cold war with yourself, even in the summertime

I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousand separate heavens for all of my flying parts

You have a heart of gold and I am kneeling in your bloodstream panning for the only thing that has ever felt like home.

I know this world is far from perfect. I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon. I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic. But every ocean has a shoreline and every shoreline has a tide that is constantly returning to wake the songbirds in our hands, to wake the music in our bones, to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river that has to run through the center of our hearts to find its way home.

You can have a cold war with yourself, even in the summertime

I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.

If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. And two little babies in an incubator, their hearts will beat at the same time. Love that. So if you have somebody in your life that is prone to anxiety, like myself, and if you happen to be a calm person, you could come up and hug me heart to heart and my heart hopefully would slow to yours. And I just love that idea. Or maybe yours would speed up to mine. But either way, we’ll be there together.