How we are almost nothing. We think, in our youth, we are the centre of the universe, but we simply respond, go this way or that by accident, survive or improve by the luck of the draw, with little choice or determination on our part.

Right now, I have no idea what I will write or if I will write again.

I want to die on your chest but not yet she wrote sometime in the 13th century of our love

Do you understand the sadness of geography?

Come. We must go deeper with no justice and no jokes.

I have to teach myself not to read too much into everything. It comes from too long having to read into hardly anything at all.

A man in a desert can hold absence in his cupped hands knowing it is something more than water. There is a plant whose heart, if one cuts it out is replaced with fluid containing herbal goodness. Every morning one can drink the liquid amount of the missing heart.