I don't think all writers are sad, she said. I think it's the other way around- all sad people write.

Shrinking in a corner,
pressed into the wall;
do they know I'm present,
am I here at all?

There is safety in numbness–
there is solace
in sleep.

I don't think all writers are sad, she said.
I think it's the other way around—
all sad people write.

Do you know what it is like,
to lie in bed awake;
with thoughts to haunt
you every night,
of all your past mistakes.

Knowing sleep will set it right -
if you were not to wake.

Here are the words that have brought me to a new understanding. Here are the words that will bind us forever. From this day forward, I will speak your name with gratitude, knowing it is the mantra of my soul. I will let you go, knowing we are eternal. We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines. We are circles and signposts and parallels. I have left markers for you at every turn. Look for me in everything that catches your breath. Let the simple miracle of your own presence overwhelm you. For you are beautiful, in ways that can't be described. And we are love at its most inexplicable. With these words, I am one with divinity. With these words, I am one with you.