Your hand on my cheek and lying still on our sides, my hand on your cheek.
often i feel i am made of fire, like cinders, that swirl and climb and die. that heat that certain, blackness. so bright: its dark. so hot, you could never touch it
Oh bring down the rain and let the steam be born from the heat in our skin.
Houses are not homes, we’re not made of bricks and stones. Home is you and me.
I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not...– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
You have to be better than before now. You have to be more than what you were.
Let everything happen to you, Beauty and terror. Just keep going, No feeling...– Rainer Maria Rilke
Escape into me and I’ll vanish into you. Close your eyes and fade.