Fathers die.You keep on loving them in any way you can.You can't hide him away in your heart.

All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps.

Meanwhile with the help of an anecdote I fell in love. Words caravaggio. They have a power.

I believe this. When we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian, a bit of a pedant who reminisces or remembers a meeting when the other has passed by innocently…but all parts of the body must be ready for the other, all atoms must jump in one direction for desire to occur.

She had grown older. And he loved her more now than he had loved her when he understood her better, when she was the product of her parents. What she was now was what she herself had decided to become.

In the desert the most loved waters, like a lover's name, are carried blue in your hands, enter your throat. One swallows absence.

All I ever wanted was a world without maps.