"We sat down and planned our future over tequila and lager.
I've planned a thousand futures over a thousand drunken conversations.
But for some reason this one stuck. This one hurt when your promises fell through.
A thousand futures, a thousand drunken kisses.
This one stuck."
"Its ok. This is ok. I'm ok.
It hurts, yes. Maybe one day I'll find out why I wasn't meant for you. I won't wait for you. I won't hold onto something I've lost. But to close my heart would be foolish. I'm in pain, but I'm ok.
You're too good to hate."
"My heart is used, bruised, ugly and inadequate. But it would have been yours if you'd wanted it. But hey, its okay that you don't."
Eurgh. I've gone and got my purse stolen. Like I'm not desperate for money as it is.
You see the impossible beauty of creation. Yet you're afraid to touch, to taste it. You respect the wonder of overwhelming love. But you're afraid to feel it. I can't do it. You're afraid to live and that's suffocating me. I wish it was different, but I'm too afraid of wasting this delicate and precious thing we call life.
"In this body composed of one hundred bones and nine openings, is something called spirit, a flimsy curtain swept this way and that by the slightest breeze." Basho
"Enjoy your life while you can, for there is no knowledge or intelligence withing the grave where you are going."