You see, the deaf have an intimacy with silence. It’s there in their dreams.

A question like “do you love me?” was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.

Don't tell me that [broken heartstrings] hurt less than a broken bone, that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away, that there's no way for it to metastasize - it does.

I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up I stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go I know nothing but I am here to learn.

You see, the deaf have an intimacy with silence. It’s there in their dreams.

We come from the mentality, that rarely sees the horror in symmetry or the beauty in non-conformity

And you are worth the time it takes to take the time to get to know you. We've managed to muttle through the awkward stage of i like you and you like me, but when we both finally said 'yes' life became a multiple choice test, not knowing anything we became each others best guess. and, holding your hand is less like exploration and more like discovery. lady, i don't have to study you to be sure. you're the choice i made before i knew what the other choices were