Enough ******* Diary entries about you being an air person and use it

Write the poems

The sultry of the sun at 7:00 pm
Turns my hair into a veil and my heart into the untouched lining of the pond
Not quite yet overflown

I love the world, I truly do

I wasn't nervous
My cells were very calm
Very safe
Warm
And they loved me right then
& I wondered

Potential

I plan to live the course of my life giving myself to the earth
Investing myself in the pounding of blood
In clenching or contracting of muscles
I will have soft mothering hands and sharp teeth and I will love hard and well
And that's how I'll do it
That's how the earth will have me
And that's how I'll have everything

My ***** hands are shaking
Trying to hand myself to the humans that broke

I love you, I love all of you. But I don't need you, I don't.

Who am I to say what created this earth? Who I am to say anyone is right or anyone is wrong because there is an infinite amount of knowledge that I do not know. I also have no idea what knowledge is or if it even exists on a universal standpoint but whether there is a creator or whether the infinite amount of atoms and molecules that are infinitely great found there ways together or whether it is a combination or if I'm completely off, still ****** kudos to you.

I love people that will just say "ok, sure"
The people that just whip off their clothes
And let you have sips of their drinks
And do things that seem irrational
Do things just because
And not everything is so "weird"
They are okay with ******
Or sleeping in a bed with you with no pants on  
Or talking to strangers in public and asking them questions
I think that's all so beautiful

There is so much we don’t know about the history of humans. There are entire empires, civilizations and dynasties or even little events like a certain breath you take in that makes your heart overflow( which is magic to me) that are completely lost. Never to be heard of or known by other human in any other time. (But that doesn’t make it any less real.) maybe some of the most unfathomably incredible to the most unfathomably tragic things to happen in the history of this earth nobody will never know. And there is something so overwhelming about that. There is so much beauty in the unknown and unsaid.

I have never in my life belonged to anything

I don't owe you my entire self and I don't like how you think my affection is invalid bc of that

Is studying the universe from a human perspective really studying the universe or studying ourselves

Everything that was vulnerably human crashed into his chest as that beautiful song played

Humans have a great misconception that the earth was solely created for them

In that one word she screamed for twenty minutes

Written 2/12/13
You know when you feel touched after watching a movie or reading a book or anything that touches you and it's like emotions but not emotions, special emotions are just punching you all around your body and sorta the middle of your stomach feels it the most. A beautiful wrenching feeling like the tightest part of a drenched wash rag getting squeezed to the core
Maybe you don't because I'm finding out that people don't

A.m