“I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.”
The quickest way to kill something amazing is to compare it to something else.
“Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.”
“I would recognize you in total darkness, where you mute and I deaf. I would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion.”
You’re not healing to be able to handle the trauma, you’re healing to be able to handle the joy.