She didn't know how to love. So she loved.

She loved

She loved

She loved

Inconditionally

Until what allowed her to love split into million pieces...

in search of time-images and full-body-moments
that send my heart
pounding like a thousand drums;
i know there are eyes out there, i know, i know,
—that aren't hell—
that can suspend me in that sublime kind of vertigo.

Work and toil,
Work and toil,
Work and toil in vain!

From the poorest to the richest,
Everyone seeks betterment!

So we work and toil,
But work and toil in vain nonetheless!

Spaces between us
Hold all our secrets
Leaving us speechless