Blessed are the arrogant for theirs is the kingdom of their own company Blessed are the superstars for when the magnificent send their light we understand better our own insignificance Blessed are the filthy rich for you can only truly own what you give away Blessed are the bullies for one day they will have to stand up to themselves Blessed are the liars for the truth can be awkward
When larynx lays a toxic trap that words can't help you out of Palmed into a cosmic clap without a way to wiggle out politely, Even when flawless lips are watching whatever you do do not swallow the phlegm
Sometimes When you carry the figurative weight of the world on metaphorical shoulders By some semantic glitch Your all-too-real lower back takes a hit.
what makes the difference between dying of truth and surviving a lie is the courage it takes as you drive in the blade to look the other person straight in the eye
Maybe one day I'll learn how to ****** love properly
When I almost met God It was seated behind the trunk of an almost-Tree ancient wood woven in finity fabric every living you every living me fibers in thread connected legstoarms handstofeet
"Where do you think confidence comes from?" "I dunno. Thinking you're the best?" "That's not real confidence. Can I tell you where I think it comes from?" "Okay." "I think confidence is the consolation prize to knowing that you're alive."
Mother heaves a tortured breath her lungs on fire For the first time in a long time she falters We kneel heads bowed hands clasped in typing supplication emoticon prayers to silicon embryos for signs of life from e-God gestating in the womb between our fingers