if there’s ever a point in time where i don’t respond to your message it’s not that i’m ignoring you
it’s that i probably sat there for ten minutes trying to think of a decent response but eventually gave up because i’m bad at conversation
Watch out for love
(unless it is true,
and every part of you says yes including the toes),
it will wrap you up like a mummy,
and your scream won’t be heard
and none of your running will end.
Love? Be it man. Be it woman.
It must be a wave you want to glide in on,
give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
your tears to the land. To love another is something
like prayer and can’t be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.