to hold you in time

we came from love

Essentially when one speaks of making love the purest form on that act without dehumanizing saran wrap they are creating love. That love is life. Two bumbling beings human at best coming together opening up each other in the most vulnerable of ways to create life. We create what we are we are making this. the most amazing miraculous thing unimaginable almost. we are products of love. we are made of love.

Brings around wonder about lives created at other times. Children who are brought to this world by oppression - by force - by silencing - by hurting. If there is no acknowledged love what is created? loveless life? Is love required to make love. Can something ugly and angry still create that lifelove. Or perhaps making love is just an empty sugarcoated expression. Are we all just tubes and pumps mass producing in a crumbling warehouse?

This love is fucking right! or To my friends

I won't waste my time!
With mournful scornful rhymes
of woes and blows

Oh, We just know

<3

don't forget the nights when it all felt right

standing at that party surrounded by a costumed tipsy population made up of my high school it all came back to me. All that insecurity, awkward behavior, and fear that illustrated me throughout those four years broke over me like some awful wave. Paralyzing me and cutting off all my ability to function. Giving me only the worst expectations.

ugh awful