“ What is the finding of love, but a voice answering a voice? ”
Don't be afraid to be afraid. Have fear, and then conquer the shit out of it.
~ D. Antoinette Foy
There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.
I wear the universe backwards. I imagine putting stars in my coffee, and sugar in the sky. I imagine going fishing in clouds, and watching the sun hide behind lakes. I'm too busy dancing with my imagination to even tip toe with reality for a second. They say I'm going mad. They're right.
The sky never falls with the rain. It is never weighed down by all that it carries. It takes all of its anchorsand turns them into stars. Learn from this.
