I hate men who are afraid of women’s strength.
What I feel for you can’t be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise — it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise
I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.
I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.
So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me and reminded me that there are good things in the world.
We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
But the pleasant thing is to wake early, throw open the window, and lie reading in bed.
moon dust in your lungs
stars in your eyes
you are a child of the cosmos
and ruler of the skies