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The Edge Of You

We got mixed up in the making of us. Before the first sunrise, your wrists were my wrists, you looked through my eyes and I heard through your ears. I felt what you felt. Wherever I am, I know now, some part of you is a part of me too.

The Tempering Of Hearts

You do not make love strong by resting on it.

The Start Of Stupid Stories

I believe that if you’re good, more good things happen to you.

I believe it rains to let you know you’re lucky.

I believe that you only get old if you let yourself.

I believe in trying your best and forgetting who you are as often as possible.

I believe that there’s a way to love someone like we thought we could love when we were young.

I believe there’s a way to love like a story book.

I believe in stupid things.

The Race To The Bottom

Ultimately, people want to convince you that you’re actually racing them, because they’re racing you and if they feel like you’re not racing them back, well that’s as bad as being ignored.

The Best Of Us

I whisper because some part of me wants you to whisper too.

Because I want you to tell me secrets.

Because our secrets are the best parts of us.

The Gods Tremble Before Quiet Strength

I know you best when you are flowers in the barrels of rifles. 
I know you best when you are brave.  
I know you when your strength comes from your compassion and when your greatest fear, is that you have not been compassionate enough. 
I know you when you look at others not as others but as people you might have been, as people your parents might have been, as people your children might still be. 
I know you and I see you when you stand up. 
I know you and I see you when they tell you to be afraid, to hate, to go away from the world, to go away from each other. I know you and I see you when they scream storms at you, when they bury you beneath mountains, when they drown you in oceans, when they push you under and yet still you whisper from the deepest part of you: 
“No.” 
 And when you do, I look at you and I say, “There you are. 
I know you."

The Strangers In Waiting

Everyone talks about love at first sight but not once has some well-meaning soul turned to me and said,

“Do you know how many years it takes to become strangers again?”

The Nature Of Hands

Remember: When you touch someone's hand and their hand feels cold, your hand feels warm to them.

Don’t be afraid to hold cold hands.

The Middle Of The Bridge

I didn’t ask you here so you could like me.

I asked you here so that someone would know who I was.

The Unsureness Of Being

“Say it again but sound sure.”

But how do I tell you that I’m not sure.

That I’ve never been sure of anything. Ever. In my whole life.

I can’t say that.

So I say what I just said. Just louder.