I can’t sleep, i want you.
I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.
Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.
Joy came always after pain.
How much of human life is lost in waiting.
You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that?
And I said,
Where do I put it down?
Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via vrban)
His hands were gently pulling mine from his shoulders and I was kissing him, kissing him, but he had stopped kissing back.