only looking back are we able to trace the path of our echoes back to their origins

making constellations out of disparate stars.

like diving to the bottom of the ocean and breathing air through water.

there are days when my life feels completely out of focus a willful sort of blurring and others when the scents and colours are so sharp...

i have a taste for being burned by ice

the train will come when it comes.

my greatest strength and greatest weakness is that my love always consumes me fully i am afraid i never learned to love with limits

how difficult it is to retract intimacy.

the invisible certainty that you will be flooded with light again.

where others wilt in submission, i wear my water like a crown and bloom furiously.