InventoryFour be the things I am wiser to knowIdleness sorrow a friend and a foe.Four be the things Id been better withoutLove curiosity freckles and doubt.Three be the things I shall never attainEnvy content and sufficient champagne.Three be the things I shall have till I dieLaughter and hope and a sock in the eye.

Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joythe experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.

I want love to conquer all. But love cant conquer anything. It cant do anything on its own.It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.

How do I love thee Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every daysMost quiet need by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely as men strive for right.I love thee purely as they turn from praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs and with my childhoods faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints. I love thee with the breathSmiles tears of all my life and if God chooseI shall but love thee better after death.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write for instance The night is full of stars and the stars blue shiver in the distance. The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large still eyes I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I dont have her. To feel that Ive lost her. To hear the immense night more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldnt keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me. Thats all. Far away someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without her. As if to bring her near my eyes search for her. My heart searches for her and she is not with me. The same night that whitens the same trees. We we who were we are the same no longer. I no longer love her true but how much I loved her. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. Someone elses. She will be someone elses. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice her light body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her true but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me and this may be the last poem I write for her.

What about when someone doesnt need a shoulder What if they need the arms

You dont take away my choices. You are my choice.

Love meant jumping off a cliff and trusting that a certain person would be there to catch you at the bottom.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Hearts affections and the truth of the Imagination.

Moving on is easy. Its staying moved on thats trickier.