Love is not love until love's vulnerable.
In a dark time, the eye begins to see / I meet my shadow in the deepening shade...Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
In our age, if a boy or girl is untalented, the odds are in favor of their thinking they want to write.
The soul has many motions, body one.
Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.
What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible.