...my body has becomeanother countryand I feel like an unemployedillegal alienhow will I survivewhere I do not belongI belong with you

But I love him.""So love him.""But I miss him.""So miss him. Send him love and light every time you think about him, and then drop it.

Feathery dust everywhere surrounds me and as I breathe it in I breathe the scent of your skin, O' thee I am lovesick and homeless ~

La sua voce profonda risuonava attraverso il mio intero essere. Risvegliava sentimenti e sensazioni lasciate in sospeso troppo a lungo.

She gave me this look – she might have been watching from a lifeboat as the ship went down. Or maybe it was the other way around.

She is the ocean, gentle, smooth and calm on the surface…I am the fooling diver, braving her deep, dark, dangerous depth…

In a cube of awesomeness, I am the lemonade of longing. My love has twelve edges, like a pack of razorblades to an edgy suicidal maniac.

And how do you really feel?Like I'll never recover. Like I'll never draw another breath without half of it being a wish for him.

Yet my longing for her was like a bad cold that had hung on for years despite my conviction that I was sure to get over it at any moment.

..and when he let her go, it was as if she had been filled and didn't realize it until he pulled away and the absence rushed back in.

Time no longer mattered. He knew he would have plenty of it at his disposal. The sight of the star filled him with indescribable longing.

Then he lets go and walks down the path, without another word. He doesn't look back. But I watch him go. I watch him all the way home.

The same thing that had happened with the flowers was happening with my longing: once I held it in my hands, I didn't know where to put it.

Oh, if only I could hurt with such misery once again, to feel the powers of love here inside my heart, the joys of heaven and the pains of hell!

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.