I wonder if death will always taste this good.
It’s never really lost to you as long as you remember it.
Some people think the stars must look closer from up here. They don’t. When your’e up here, you realize how distant they really are – how impossible to reach.
I know how it feels when people look right through you, or worse, see you as something or someone other than what you are.
Of course, one person can be the world.
If I couldn’t name it, would I even know what it is? Would I even feel it at all?
We don’t need to understand everything.
Lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back.
Which one is the true one, I don’t ask, they don’t tell.
Ky always acts as though someone watches him. And, apparently, he watches back.
When you can’t cry because all you are is pain, and if you let some of it out, you might cease to exist.
I never named anything I’ve written before no reason to since it would all have the same title anyway -for you- but I would call this one one night that night when we let the world be only you and only me we stood on it while it spun green and blue and red the music ended but we were still singing.
None of that is supposed to matter. But somehow, it does.
Long ago people used to say what they wanted out loud and hope that someone would give it to them. They called it praying.
He’s in pain. I am, too. It strikes me that perhaps this is part of what we are fighting to choose. Which pain we feel.
Two little dark figures, looking up. Are they looking at me? Is is him? This far away there’s only one way to know. I point to the sky.
Being with Ky, being with Xander -both things feel like standing in the light. Different types of light, but neither feels dark.
Time, Vick said, “is what we don’t have.
And when I see Ky again, which I know will happen, I will whisper the words I have written in his ear, against his lips. And they will change from ash and nothing into flesh and blood.
And it is strange that absence can feel like presence. A missing so complete that if it were to go away, I would turn around, stunned, to see that the room is empty after all, when before it at least had something, if not him.