Empty spaces in an overcrowded city. What a rarity. (at The High Line)
Found this lone cellist hidden along the Highline. (at The Highline in Chelsea)
Today in the city was lovely. (at The Highline in Chelsea)
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
i dont trust people who are attracted to me…like why? write me a 10 page paper with a legitimate thesis and valid points backing up your claim or you fake.
I know it’s me that’s supposed to love you
And when I’m home you know I got you
Is there somebody who can watch you?
i want to hold you until i’m empty
and i’ve got nothing left
so when you let me go
could you do it slow?
I wanted the past to go away, I wanted
to leave it, like another country; I wanted
my life to close, and open
like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
where it falls
down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,
whoever I was, I was
for a little while.