Je serai poète et toi poésie.
Translation: I’ll be a poet, and you’ll be poetry.

You are the universe, expressing itself as a human for a little while.

Her heart became a bird, trapped inside the glass box of her chest, flapping violently into wall after invisible wall, crumpling into a heap of broken hollow-bones on the transparent floor.

She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.

I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.

Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you.