Midnight musings

You are sunlight through a window, which I stand in, warmed.

I didn't like having to explain to them, so I just shut up, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the sea.

I twist like a sunflower af the sound of your voice

My imagination makes me a human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.

And if you're gone, I'm not. The love goes on. It has its own life, eating through the heart.

I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.

More love is found in grief than in love itself