To obtain a birds eye is to turn a blizzard to a breeze

She who sees from up high smiles and surely sings
Perspective pries your once weighty eyes and it gives you wings
I haven't felt the way I feel today
In so long it's hard for me to specify
I'm beginning to notice how much this feels
Like a waking limb, pins and needles, nice to know you

never grow a wish bone where a back bone is supposed to be.

There are holes in me, pieces I was born without. You are all I lack.

Somewhere we know that without silence words lose their meaning,that without listening speaking no longer heals, that without distance closeness cannot cure.

Instead of holding you, I was holding out.

i can love you more

“Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.”