EJ

“I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

“a bruise, blue
in the muscle, you
impinge upon me.
As bone hugs the ache home, so
I'm vexed to love you, your body

the shape of returns, your hair a torso
of light, your heat
I must have, your opening
I'd eat, each moment
of that soft-finned fruit,
inverted fountain in which I don't see me.”
― Li-Young Lee, The City in Which I Love You

“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.”
― Li Po