“And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.”
—Douglas Coupland
June 2011
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you don’t see how careful we have to be when we’re tip-toeing around this. when we’re trying not to pull at the seams because it hurts to try and find the words that sum up distance and closeness and how the bridge between them is sometimes skewed and falling through your cupped hands. you don’t see the way we could walk through a book store and while pulling books of the shelves and sharing our stories from all those years before we ran into each other, we were simultaneously finding the gaps that separated us and threading them together for a few moments. like maybe for a few minutes this could be that easy.
We were rose petals
they plucked us out
and glued us back on
but my mind is far
from the rose
my heart landed on.
“
love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
it is more mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
