It’s five o’clock
and I am standing outside in a rainy city.
Children are coming home from school.
I’m smoking a cigarette and I can’t help thinking,
"isn’t it sad, this is all you have to look forward to?"
—On Lung Cancer and Being Alone
Atop a whirling rock in space,
I have orbited the sun nearly twenty-two times,
and I still don’t understand what it means to have seen all sides of it.
How then, can I begin fathom a more impermanent fixture than this?
—On Knowing Love Least of All
Be kind to yourself while blooming. I know sometimes it feels like your soul doesn’t always fit. It’s all a part of the process.