Something Somebody Said Once.

"I love you, and a part of me always will."

Who knows if you meant it then, if you mean it now, if you'll ever mean it - but I choose to hope that you might have meant it, and that maybe you still do. Because the feeling it gives me is warmer than any blanket. It's what this blog was created for. It was a little piece of warmth that wraps around me in a way this world can't get close to otherwise. Things like that, things like what you said - they're the needle that turn poems into blankets, and my life into something less ordinary and closer to miracles.

She's All I Can Read. Jeannette, I LOVE YOU.

"Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour."

Jeanette. Oh, Jeanette.

"What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you."