I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should.

Love is the only reality, and it is not mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.

You have the energy of the sun in you.