Like Water
"You know, they say that there is a part of the human chest that if you strike it hard enough the person’s heart explodes. This sounds like such a lie that I have to believe it’s the truth. If I were science, I’d never tell anyone where this place is. If I were science, I’d have named this place after you."
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“I am looking for someone to share
in an adventure that I am arranging,
and it is very difficult to find anyone.”
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“It’s a morning race
between the sunlight and I
to kiss your cheek first.”
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Awareness with out judgment.

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“And if there’s one thing in this world I’ve ever known for sure, it’s that this girl is gonna crush me like a small bug, leave me so fucking broken there’ll be body bags beneath my eyes from nights I cried so hard the stars died. But I’m like, go ahead. I’m all yours. I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm, cause I’d rather be left for dead than left to wonder what thunder sounds like.”
Notes from the Universe

Sometimes the best way to remain sane, Caroline, is to love like crazy. 

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“Write hard and clear about what hurts.”
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May 2012

I am screaming. I am on the ground and I am screaming and I am biting my hand to muffle the sound and my shoulders are curled and the floor is sticky. I dial the number one more time. The psychiatrist answers. His voice sounds far away. Mine sounds further. Please help me. Please help me. Please. 

There is fear, and then there is this. This is a feeling they haven’t named yet. This is every time I was ever afraid or hurt or sad swallowed and exploding inside of me. I do not have the ability to put words to it, nor do I even think to. I do not want to die, but something inside me does. 

May 2013

I am screaming. Color and noise and lights move with me as I travel across the ground that has slowly begun to hold memories I don’t want to let go of. I am screaming and laughing and we are running and there is music and there are hands in mine and I am being lifted. We are tumbling and there is joy and there is relief and we are together. I am not alone. 

When it rains, I sit at my window and trace the drops through the glass with my pinky finger. That night, I write the words, Things to be thankful for today: 1) It is raining, 2) I am here. I am here. I am here. I am here. 

I am light. I am water. I am here. 

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