Nature makes me cry.
When I look into clouds and sunsets and flowers and morning light I am reminded that we are alive.
I have always been drawn to shorelines.
It is like I am looking for the things I have once left behind.
But then I realize that we are all just learning to make lovely stacks with the rocks in our hearts -
how to stay up late to say the things we don’t say,
and huddle up close to what actually scares us.
Once a guy dumped me by saying ‘you are like the ocean and I am scared of deep waters'.
I change so quickly sometimes it scares me.
Nothing turns me on more than eye contact
and a human dropped into the mess of their humanity.
Different places and new spaces -
they all look much the same.
The streets are devoured with dreams and faces in collision with every stone they ever through.
but most times they do not hear a sound.
We move through everything even when it seems we do not.