Don’t let anyone, even your parents, break you. Find good people who care about you and surround yourself with just them. If you can’t find them at first, find good music and fall into it and let it hold you until they come.
Act my age?
What the fuck is that, “act my age”?
What do I care how old I am?
The Ocean is old as fuck.
It will still drown your ass with vigor.
Don’t ask me about her lips. How they ruby and burn. Stretch full over white teeth, taut like a drum. I want her to make music of me. Don’t ask me about her hands. The way they are scarred with stories. How they slide down her legs as I stare. Mouth cotton; eyes hungry. Don’t ask me about my hunger. The way my stomach drops tight when she looks at me. The way my palms itch for her bones. Don’t ask me about my fear. The way she comes to me. How I open my mouth to say “Yes” and it comes out “I’m sorry.
We have forgotten what rocks, plants, and animals still know. We have forgotten how to be.
Thinking is the most unhealthy thing in the world, and people die of it just as they die of any other disease.
I’m a dying flower, but I want to be in bloom just one more time, just like before.