When I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind.
Be careful who you call your friends. I’d rather have 4 quarters than 100 pennies
Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
In truly deep darkness, all kinds of strange things were possible.
I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again