i feel this deeply, say this plainly, mean this sincerely: i love you so much
… Hugged and cradled and gripped and loved until you breathed again, with me …
… I trust you so much with my entire Being and Self. My heart is safe. My heart is safe.
It is so tender and alive …
… It is a pain that is inevitable in a love that persists throughout the pain, which is made worthwhile and bearable by the love. Toughened by the pain. Softened by the love. Rinse and repeat. Strip down and soap up and lather and slosh. Rinse and repeat …
i cut out a paper-traced heart and watch it dance in the air. with two halves for a pair of wings, my baby pink butterfly winks and drifts against the pucker of wind. he welcomes her supple body, and she, his: folds against flitters, lulls against languor. she clasps his breezes between her lips, like breath.
the human pursuit of perfection is the human pursuit of balance: between certainty and complacency; candid trust and careful self-preservation; liberty and leniency; faith and false hope; contemplation and indulgence; curiosity and obsession; optimism and a realistic outlook; innocence and ignorance; respectability and relatability; expectations that drive and expectations that cripple; disappointments that empower and disappointments that encumber.
found this in a document of unused words; can’t remember what i’d intended it for—
Spring Sonata. Beethoven. Begins in allegro. Moves into adagio molto espressivo. Allegro molto. Moist.
the past few days i’ve been happy giddy warm loved thank you thank you thank you / in my own warm little bubble of a soft sustained dream
softly, fondly / i don’t know how this works