Art is a way of survival #1

Knowing how to touch her,
without touching her;
really touches her.

Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.

She was poetry, but he couldn’t read.

How starved you must have been that my heart becames a meal for your ego. -Amanda Torroni

My eyes are never silent
so don’t hide when they scream for help

"…but right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart."

 “I don’t want to be like the stars who at their brightest are dying. Let me the muted moon who at its brightest leads the lost home.” –Angelika Kallio

“He was so easy to love. He made you feel safe. When he held your hand it  was like you were flying. When he kissed your face you felt like you could fly. He made crossing the road feel like an adventure,with his hand on the small of your back. He laughed at things easily,he was soft gentle, kind. He understood when you were quiet, when you were loud. He listened. He listened to your words ,and he listened to your silence. “Come here” he would say, with his arms open wide, and you would go. “Stay” he would beg, and you would stay and you would stay and you would stay.”