Illuminate

Take me there.

the heart that is wrapped by
dark clouds and locked by
your blinding lightning.

Illuminate
the heart that is clutched to
your gloomy heart ensconced
in the seat of your happiness.

Illuminate
this heart—
fierce but full of fear—

that your heart owns.

I found you

I breathe you.

When I first saw you,

I thought it would be the last time

I would meet you. 

When I first saw you, 

I thought it was all just a dream; 

I dreamt of you so many nights. 

When I first saw you, 

I never thought I could be with you. 

I had waited for you. 

When I first saw you, 

I was lifeless. 

Now, I continue to live. 

My life support system is—you.

Sweet

"Hands,

touching hands,

reaching out..

Touching me, 

touching you.."

It's a song

I put inside my pocket.

But it's raining--

I hope it won't get wet.

If it gets wet,

I might forget the lyrics,

but not the music.

You are the music for my soul.

New Message

Time compression.

Love knows no time;

it knows no boundaries.

It only knows you,

for without you,

there is no love.

Love is a word;

and you speak it.

"Since you asked"

We men, when we are young, we say things. Do we lie? Do we mislead? Are we plotting to conceal our intentions? We do not even have intentions. We have only our bundle of confused desire.

A young man speaking to the object of his desire will say anything... [H]e is seeking reflection and refuge. It is not as though he is plotting consciously... He does not know himself. He does not know what it is like to be hurt so grievously that you can't see straight for months and walk into things and can't remember to eat. He sees you and likes what he sees and thinks about what it would be like to be with you all the time, but he does not know.

It is just our condition. We cannot be better than we are.

But eventually something happens, and we tire of being confused and uncertain, and nothing we have done has made the future any clearer, so we leap into the water.

...

It was a risk. Of course it was a risk. It is always a risk. You choose from available people. You say OK, enough time has elapsed, enough crying, enough pain, enough chasing: Let's do this.

And then it's pretty much a simple yes or no.

[Change of point of view]

But even when you receive a reply, you must still interrogate yourself, knowing that this other person, for all his apparent eloquence, has no idea what is in his heart. You must be the one to judge: Do I believe he can do this?

And if your answer to yourself is yes, then you are the one rolling the dice, saying, OK, this is my gamble, this is my roll, this is me going all in, this is me studying the face of the croupier and crossing my fingers like a girl waiting for a gift.

--Cary Tennis

Looking at the wall

You are my fountain.

My fingers love to run at the arm of the chair
on which a mutated man is enthroned--
who wants to be the king of his world;
a one-man kingdom.

He sits like a movie audience--
ensconced in his spot
and engrossed in a film
where he is both the
hero and the villain.

And while on his throne,
flashes of everything he has touched,
saw and heard possessed his senses
until everything went into a halt. 

He is now looking at an invisible wall.

Hello

You will rock the Universe.