may 27, 2020

Dating Profile

Let the walls fall all. the way. down. The box implodes from knowing and holding too little.

Dating me is like dating life, a mirror, a real fucking human, your dreams and nightmares and everything in between, a solid dose of a beautiful and terrible reality. Of course we’re intense: we’re alive.

COVID already happened, y’all. What else do we need to start living?

I physically could not speak without tremendous pain for nearly two years. They had to cut me open so I could get my voice back. It’s not time to shut up, but it is time to listen.

No comparison, no contest, your pain and mine. I see your love in your pain—I see your baptism, how you’re gonna serve this never/always broken world.

Paradox is the closest we got to the truth.

Love and hate, illusion and disillusionment. I will blow hot and cold; love me. You will have highs and lows; meet me. Betrayal leads to balance; confusion and chaos to reconstruction. We were meant to dig to China and fly out of this atmosphere, and wash and put away the dishes side by side in silence.

Choose your own adventure, a cocktail of mine, yours, ours. Drink it down, feel the warmth, let it change you from the places you never thought light could touch. Your brain melts and you remember why you came, why you keep coming back. It works when we let it.

The most exquisite truth: We’ll never know what we’ve signed up for. But all of it, yes all of it, is love.