again tonight

why did no one ever tell me there was such wholeness in not knowing?

unspeaking

like a yawn that makes your fingertips tingle just before you slumber

how tempting it is to blame others for the loneliness of life

the degree to which I am able to grieve

does the germinating seed resent the surface?

sometimes I fear I’ll never learn how to truly handle the joy

don't you see: there's enough alienation in the world as is - we don't need yours too

me, myself, and I

The worst loss you’ll ever experience is always your own.

I struggle sometimes to know what is neurotic and what is normal