(sometimes it only takes a few words to save you)

Once, a few forevers ago, someone offered these...

this world is so full of amazement, of wonder.
hold on to the memories when it's grey.
before you know it, something
beautiful will be with you.

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

I don't remember the last time we said goodbye,
but I do know that endings are never both honest and graceful.
Memories were designed to fade and they can leave you starving. Yes.
I did not know how hungry I was when I saw your face again after all those years.

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

There was a time, you know, when I could weave magic with stories--
both of things true and imagined. Most of these efforts were
deleted because I felt that I had used up all of the
combinations of words that would ever mean
anything to myself or anyone else.

Secretly, now that they're gone, I realize that I hadn't.

I was fighting with ghosts of things that never actually existed and
by the time I'd realized my issues with sciamachy, I was unsure if my heart
really belonged on my sleeve. I decided, recently, that you were a better keeper of
that strange organ. You--who holds my heart in your hands, do you have any idea how difficult
it is for me to find words for you? This. Now. You and I. This is magic and it's reality and it's thrilling and
frightening all at once. And I don't know. I don't know how to tell you how much you mean to
me or what you mean to me. I think that this is mostly because the way I feel about
you is unlike anything I've ever had to describe. I have never felt so very
safe with and in somebody. I have never allowed myself to have
such faith in a person. I breathe so easily around you.
Yes--even as my head is spinning and my heart is
racing, I find it so much easier to breathe.

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

Love me.
It was 7:48 a.m.
Love me., you said.

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

italicized, right aligned lines from i carry your heart by e.e. cummings

you thanked me once for helping you remember you
but all of those little pieces are there, i reminded you.
it's strange how it takes a minor shift in the universe
for them to rise back up to the surface for a moment.


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