it's the belief, not the words, that mean everything. it's the floating.

only adj. thats the dilemma isn't it? when you're single, there's the sadness and joy of only me. And when you're paired, there's the sadness and joy of only you.

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

I am learning that a life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality. And I want my life to be real.

Knowledge is the only thing I take with me when I go.

Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Or is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?

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.