And then in the morning the kids will come and we will go.

I believe the most important thing in life, the mere and unique purpose of it, is to keep going. Nothing else, but finding a reason to wake up every other morning and putting effort into things that are so insignificant and replacable, gives life a sense of meaning. Nothing is crucial to survive, while some people devote their lives to their children and can not imagine a life without them; childless people survive just as well by finding satisfaction in other things, such as their work. People live and die for opposing causes, never doubting the meaningfullness of their lives.

Everything in life is replacable and non-essential for survival. It is not the specific purposes that render our lives worth living but the fact that we can convince ourselves there is one.

It's amazing how bellycumbers always come in sextets. It will be a long fall/winter and I am ready.

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No love is about the other person. It is about us, our belief in something extraordinary, something known and something very different.

It is about the pure desire to be naked, complete and peaceful.

Love can only be unselfish and about the other when one learns to let go.

When you capture the wind, you have air in your hands.

Changing the sheets.

I've waited until your smell faded from the sheets, you are too late, good bye.

Beautifool.

Don't look at me.

:You are whispering, in the dark, taking your clothes of shyly because you think you like him. Beautifool you are chanting inside, I am, in this most vulnerable state of my being. And one day he will appreciate it.

You fuck people to get them to like you.

You fuck people so that you will get the intimacy you need; just enough to keep you soft and green for the blossoming flower you are...with your tiny shinny green stem. So weak that if he treats you harsh you break and turn your neck down to the ground.

You still entrust your body into his hands. Maybe this one will be gentle this time and caress you until the spring comes.

You touch their trunk, the trunk they created by hardening their skin just to stay high and strong and invulnerable. You touch their dead skin, knowing they won't feel a thing but you still try.

'cos you don't wanna change who you are. You don't wanna become the tree, not yet, not in your 20s at least. Gotta keep the little girl inside alive. Gotta stay pure and innocent.

What can I tell you my beautifool sister?

Just walk away, with all your grace. You don't need my voice, girl, clear your throat, you have your own.