Standing naked on the beach with all of my secrets between my legs I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself

Teaching is a noble profession As a matter of fact majority-learn by their own experiences situations believes understanding capacity and IQ levels.

You haunt my days and dreams.

They looked at each other. They werent thinking anymore. The time for that had come and gone. Smashed smiles lay ahead of them. But that would be later. Lay Ter.

Something somewhere knows whats best for me and promises to keep sending me people and experiences to light my way as long as I live in gratitude and keep paying attention to the signs.

Theres no need for conversation if it means becoming slave to one another.

I wish that love could be broken down the way it breaks me down.

It feels like the world is folding up around me like origami paper and Im trapped inside of its breathless center.

Im tired of justifying why I love someone. Im done with the explaining.

Ive grown up defined by this desperate undeniable cant breathe kind of space inside of myself and Im afraid that the diagnosis is fatal.