"  

Loneliness is the human condition.

I know this because our bodies are never prepared
for touch.
I reach over to you and static sparks between us
like a match, a quick pang that leaves a resonance
in the finger tips.

We still jump when people tap us on the shoulder.
Still shudder when lover’s comb their fingers through our hair
and recoil from violent hands that threaten to impact us.
We can never plan how certain touches
will feel.

How fresh shells of snake skin feel under foot.
How beautiful it must be to understand Braille
as a native language, small bumps translating to a
mountain under finger tips.

I never planned for this, to decipher myself into isolation.
It is difficult to conjure the nerve to touch your face
when there were so many nights
with only my heart beat for company.

  "

"   I want to thank you for never being there anymore. Your absence has forced me to find my own way.   "

"   I want to feel it,
the breathtaking certainty,
that comes when you’re loved.   "

"   Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.   "

"   I’d woken up early and I took a long time getting ready to exist.   "