Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
there is a knocking at my window i wonder if it is a boy come to confess his love for me
it is a confused bird
those two categories are not mutually exclusive
“He actually has never made a joke since I’ve known him.”
“I have! That knock knock joke!”