We’re just two small things in this world, you and I.
When we were born there were so many others here,
and when we are gone, there will be more.

And someday when everything Here
least expects it, the Earth itself will breathe
just one last time.
And all the other planets will think not of us
but of how at just the right moment,
out of the billions of dazzling lights around them,
something looked like a perfect blue drop
suspended in their methane sky

everything looks different.
Patterns fold, a kaleidoscope
of changing light,
different with each subtle shift
of the looking glass

And it’s weird
to feel alone
in a room
filled, with people

“That’s another thing nobody tells you. What makes things like love so hard,”

“What’s that?”

“Our feelings are allowed to change.”

To be thick skinned is to become callous. To be wounded enough by the world that you have strengthened the barrier between you, and it.

What need have you for walls?
What is it you’re protecting yourself from

If you close your eyes and listen, you will hear your heart tell you
that not all sadness is the same.

There are some depths you are only lucky enough to feel because of a great joy you got to have.