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“I have always kept my heart prisoner behind the bars of my rib cage where it is in a 30" x 26" cell while the rest of the world lives well, wild and free to let their hearts weather against the harsh conditions, going numb to the cold, and becoming indifferent to the constant climate change that happens with time and age. My heart has never been that exposed; I have not let it be. Every time my heart is up and ready for release, I let it out into the world only briefly— try to get it back into civilian life— but it ends up right back in the pen, because it is not true that I have ever let it wear on my sleeve... ...it's too damn good for that.”

“It's been nice having your van in my driveway. Maybe for just two weeks before you go, I can have the vision come untrue, long enough to forget when I thought I was going to have your van in my driveway every morning, and your sleepy noises the first thing that I heard in a day, as you whispered how you couldn't stay, but "wished you could," in independence's place. I told you, "I never revise a poem. Make sure, in your moment of self-defeat, that you are sure, because once I hit 'save', your decision will never delete.”

“Tornadoes devastate and leave a mess behind, just like your ending, so the instant that 'Psychlone' sees you rebuilding, she's going to spin completely out of control, every time. You can't get sucked into the same vortex twice if you eject the monster from being it's own victim; but until then, I'd pull in your rocking chairs, lock down your trash cans and recycling bins, and take your potted azaleas inside... ... if I were you.”

“It's all a conundrum, isn't it— forgetting the mixed tape in the car... feeling forgotten when... so many people are thinking of us? Drinking when we should be eating... sleeping when we should be making love... thanking God above when we don't have enough? Each day is a mad rush to something irrelevant. We measure our pricelessness by our successes, which... still equals money. Life goes by so quick when each day is a mad rush to slow motion. We eat fast food so that we can go to bed on time, but, trust me, everyone wakes up too late.”

“This is where I long to get home to after vacation. This is where I feel comfy in my pajamas. This is where, no matter where I go, my bed is here and none is better than my own. When I think about you, you can never be him... When once upon a time ago, I never thought there WAS a him that could ever be you.”

“The current's run is too wild, and we created it. A mermaid and mariner have so much romanticism, but too different of backgrounds. One breathes on grounded land, and one breathes above and below—fluidly. This is how she always gets stuck in their nets. They both try for the sake of fascination, but unlike the mermaid's lungs, fascination runs dry. So, they wave at the shoreline and go back to being whoever they were: half humans without each other.”

“Little girls start changing their life as they get older. Their rhythm changes... Their stories, joys, tickles, and merriment do not change; they do. Their laughter becomes about chagrin, apology, and cordiality. It becomes a nervous laughter. It stops coming from a place of pure abandonment anymore; it comes from a place of abandoning their pure abandonment. They forget how to laugh from the bellies of their being.”

“Once upon a time ago, you loved me in Photoshop. When I was monochromatic, you gave me texture. You went through my layer mask and hit......'Reveal All'. I remember when you stared at me like I was saturated; but, sometimes I don't remember that once upon a time ago without seeing your background image losing its magic lens.”

“His mind had patterns, patterns that made puzzles, and puzzles that became mazes. Those mazes had color and became labyrinths— labyrinths that went crazy like jungles— and all he could trust me with was letting my fingers get lost in his curls. I played in there, for years trapped in his hair (that overthought and provoked lair)— the only thing between my thoughts and his: the air. But, he was smart not to trust me enough. He knew. The open air looked at him with slight eyes, issued him binds of lies, like library cards ...full of fiction. And I knew this, so how could I forget? Along the way, I turned into every other female he ever loved. It was his destiny that gave me permission to pull his hair again.”

“This bitterly cold weather is a shift from an even colder half of year. It's as if we're back to some sort of embryonic development that brought us to where we started: an inertia of life— changing positions like atoms within a molecule— the cruel, cruel curse of the winter sunset... a reminder that natural light comes and goes as it damn well pleases.”

“Life has become: video games and live streams, reaching out to strangers to share dreams... talking about important things to open air and vacant, vapid memes... posting things you want to be seen, but knowing that a click of "Like" is all that it means... sitting at dinner eating with family, and feeling your thoughts are less important than media newsfeed. So, I ask you— and answer honestly— are you lonely? We'll never know, will we? Because that would not be post-worthy. No one gets "Likes" when your battery drains faster.”

“I will always remember the integer that opened me up; but it is clear to me that you always forget the final unit, because that's easier than finding out what is left inside when you can't Master Lock me. Go ahead... forget the combination. I'm finally okay with admitting that we were always at a deadlock anyway.”

“Your layered, sweater-y, thickset hug around me—I dared to dream of your bare, balmy, broken-down skin tangled in mine. It was a twist of artless fate in my mind. I watched you pull away... on your "Naked" bike. I was covered in a trench coat, but more than naked enough for the both of us....”

“If you ever see me with a man, it's because waking up in the morning with that person makes me feel more alive than waking up in the morning on my own. If I feel more free and more alive on my own, you're not going to see me with a man. I have no fear of loneliness but I have a fear of having to wake up beside anyone who makes me feel less sparkly, less able to fly. I have a fear of not really drinking in life deeply; of merely sipping it politely.”

“It is astounding how it's harder to find a person that you "really, really like" than it is to find someone "you love." Why is this? Because we accept the love that we think we deserve. And that usually is ANY love that wants to come along and love us. Also, we are very giving of our love. We love things that we don't like, all the time! We do in fact measure "love" based upon our ability to love the unloveable or the least loveable. If we can do that-- our love must be pure! We love a parent who made our lives hell, we explain away all their wrongdoings; we love someone who has abused us, beaten us up and betrayed us; we take pride in loving what is not loveable. And this is why romantic relationships fail left and right: because we should be with someone we really, really like. And that's harder to find. We should find someone whom we actually really dig, and who really digs us. A person. Not a concept of what we want to perform and enact just because we believe that makes us able to fulfill a "pure love". We cannot stay in toxic, unfulfilling relationships just because we love the person or just because they love us. We have to actually really, really like them and they us.”

“Until you resolve your relationship with yourself, you can never be fully in a relationship with another. It is by putting your true self at the center of your world that you can give up the need to be rescued and achieve full responsibility for your life. When you allow love to be at your center, it flourishes in you. When love flourishes in you, it flourishes around you.”