Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you.
Beth Kephart
Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other.
forgiveness
Imagine music gushing down the hollow places in your bones, and making you liquid, and giving you speed. Imagine music turning your body into a song.
music
Step out from behind the words. When you're a writer you can imagine that the words speak for you and are you, but they're not. You are this living breathing bad hair day kind of person.
life writing words
Beauty is the worst kind of lie.
beauty
The night before, I'd gone overboard with my Lila poems, and maybe it's true that I was hoping that in them he'd see the genius of me, the beauty of my words in his hands.
talent beauty words unrequited-love
Fox-TrotBy the stream the fox and she-fox stoodNose to nose beneath the starsDancing the music of the woods. The deer rapped a beat with their hooves, The ravens sang from raven heartsAs by the stream the fox and she-fox stood. The great owl called as a great owl would, The squirrels all shimmied in the dark, Dancing the music of the woods. Then from the north a fierce wind blewAnd broke the starry dance apartBy the stream where the fox and she-fox stood.
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