At first first nothing will happen to us and later on it will happen to us again.
ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars
When you call me close to tell me your body is not beautiful I want to summon the eyes and hidden mouths of stone and light and water to testify against you.
I always felt I was scraping the bottom of the barrel trying to get a song together.
Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession.
I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.