we are all in ratios of being and becoming

I tie a thin strip of leather around my wrist. I drive across the country. I say “I love you” and for the first time in a long time the words make it past my lips. I take polaroids of the people I love. I climb walls. I eat sardines out of the back of my car. I listen. Tears of rapturous gratitude overtake me

“Maybe take this as a time to search in some of those dark places you don’t go to everyday”

“It’s good to see shadow – people have to take care of the shadow”