Today I believe in the possibility of love; that is why I endeavour to trace its imperfections, its perversions.
– Frantz Fanon –
stumbling is not falling…
reach deep
through the muck of time
sing
proclaim the past your friend
the present your lover
eat what is to come until you are full
change the lightbulb
not for what your next step might be
but for the room you have just entered
see the marvel that is space-to-be-filled
on that day, at that hour…
If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.
– Haruki Murakami –
when you’re standing in the sun…
My memory loves you;
it asks about you all the time.
– Jonathan Carroll –
a tender trap…
Her lips trace the hollow along his collarbone, over the inflection of sinewy shoulder, sliding down. This mouth daubed with just a gloss of sunset so that afterwards only a trace of ambition will linger.
And she is painted. 
And she is waiting for a remembering:
that She
the Me
that I was
am
here.
L
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– Lola Moi –
not like you asked…
serenade…
closer…
feed your face…
an important conversation…
The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin.
This is the most important discussion you can ever have.
– Iain Thomas –
