This is exactly how it feels
when I see you.
all my puny sorrows…
I’ve trusted the wrong people, men I thought were good.
I’ve given more than was wise.
So, when your kisses spread like wildfire through me,
When your touch ignites even the calmest of storms,
Everything finally makes sense.
All things sing:
that was but a wannabe kind of joy but this, this…
I am finally free.
one word against a thousand actions…
last night i sang…
I’m fighting myself. I know I am.
One minute I want to remember.
The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting.
One minute I want to feel.
The next minute I never want to feel again.
— Benjamin-Alire-Sáenz —
life is no nintendo game…
where the wild things are…
Where do we come from?
What are we?
Where are we going?
lights for us to see by…
The heart has its reasons, whereof reason knows nothing.
— Pascal —
an unquiet one…
Being adored… and feeling it.
Being wanted… and seeing it.
(It is possible… here in this moment, now.)
Being desired… and knowing it.
This is the pleasure beyond lust.
This is the hope beyond what has passed.
This is the glow in my eyes when I look at you.
Yes, at you.