why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?

I don't even know what I'm looking for, although I hope I'll know it if I find it along the way. Sometimes I want to simplify my life into a simple bare thing. And other times I want to complicate it so thoroughly that everything I touch will become bound in some way to me. I've become quite aware of my contradictions, but there's no true resolution in that.

breathtaking, adj. Those moments when we kiss and surrender for an hour before we say a single word.

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing The way your touch turns into arcs The way you slide into the dark The beating of my open heart You don't know But I'm noticing

Because sometimes you just have to dance like a madman in the Self-Help section of your local bookstore.

Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.