Love could be fractured and serve different purposes, and that intense love could be divided, between people just as easily as between moments of time.

Love could be fractured and serve different purposes, and that intense love could be divided, between people just as easily as between moments of time.

If time stood still, and we could choose the time, the best time, then love without pain would be all I know.

When you can stop you don't want to, and when you want to stop, you can't.

Everything comes to nothing in the end, I suppose. Or at least, nothing happens exactly the way we imagine it.

The very concept of solid ground is a myth. The galaxy itself is adrift.

I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act. We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters begin.” -In the yellow time of pollen