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on a closed toilet with hands to the head thinking, breathing, wondering light on my feet, yet heavy in the air the words and west, never more perfect thunder upon daze, living in south these days how the ravaging smear…

You know I would die for you,” I said to him. He looked me in the eye and said I was crazy. But I didn’t know I was crazy because deranged doesn’t know insanity. I looked him deep in those brown, beautiful eyes and said…

gazing though with nowhere to go been a year, yet the occasional still resides sitting here not too long ago, waiting over cancer one step, two step, always such a graceful dancer we go with the flow, swayed our bodies …

It’s not cliché to believe two people were made for one another, but in my opinion, it doesn’t work the way it seems or the way we’d like. We’re made for someone, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they were made for us.…

There’s only one photo of us together and neither of us took it. I was so obsessed with the moment and entrapped in a world of him that nothing else mattered. I had no idea where my phone was, my mind or anything else. …

When you look in the mirror, do you look at yourself or for yourself?

If you loved him once, you’ll love him forever. You never stop — there’s no backing out. You still love him, you’re just no longer in love with him.

He’s standing behind you,” as she lay upon the bed. “Where? I don’t see him.” “The man. He’s looking through the window.” “I don’t see him.” “The man with the hat. He’s looking right at you. back in hospice

our hands were as cold as ever two spirits lost in the zone of their unconscious life a meeting of two brought you, a tumble of weeds, but i still see bend down, the beauty, the lovely and how fast i’ve fallen wasn’t se…

I appreciate the sadness.