And all the hours I’ve spent with him have been forgotten in the last 24

"i want to stay as close to the edge as i can without going over. out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center." -k.v.

the weird, the wonderful

i will let your words be enough.


i didn’t go to see the city, i went to see it around you.

We were dancing
like maniacs,
you were moving so fast!
I could hardly see you.

(just your face
your eyes
your lovely thoughts)


woke up missing you.

“The words…sounded as if they were floating like flowers on the water out there, cut off from them all, as if no one had said them but they had come into existence by themselves.

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.”


I’m more in love with the simple things. Like the steam that rises off coffee in the morning, and the light breeze that tickles your bare legs when you open the windows, and even smaller miracles than that … if you look hard enough.


I wonder sometimes if it’s really that awful to wish that someone would find you genuinely beautiful. Sometimes I worry it will never happen again …