I once believed love was a spark—those fleeting moments of wonder. The rush of a first date, the dance of discovering someone new. They felt like the pinnacle, the beating heart of the story. But now, I see those moments differently. They’re the invitation, the toll paid to enter the deeper connection terrain. They’re the prologue, not the essence.... See more

Just to be clear

I don’t want to get out

without a broken heart.

I intend to leave this life

so shattered

there better be a thousand separate heavens

for all of my separate parts

And none of those parts are going to be wearing the romance from the overpriced vintage rack

That is to say I am not going to get a single speed bike if I can’t make it up the... See more