Poetry and quote image archive.

there are things that i believe in the end we speak of hot springs and ideas of where we leave each other and i find you here down by the spring where the water moves slowly and the air feels warmer than everything arou…

i find you in places where the light bends strangely between rooms between songs between the little parts of night that never learned how to become morning the desert moves differently when i think of this the air again…

i feel at times under the streets where we left the lights blur together and the song feels so soft where we moved on the tips of our toes i dim the switch the saturation and i feel it slipping by we wade in our sorrows…

to slide into these rocks where the granite feels almost too heavy to hold and i’m fighting a stone like a wall like something i’ve known once before i tango between these walls like borders keeping me still and i feel …

in the kept gardens of where i stand i hold your hand too softly almost afraid to feel you here and i stay beside this place among the flowers i leave behind the ones that grow in corners of where i still long to live t…

i fade into how i feel like the way we paint colors into night how they mix how the emotions blend until i cannot tell which one belonged to you and which one was mine and i feel you here and i feel so wrong i feel so u…

in an oasis of memory i sit upon a picture i paint slowly but ever so carefully like if i move too quickly the colors might become something else we extend in thought in passion in emotion your fingers beside mine your …

your eyes glisten like rocks in rivers wading beneath the water catching pieces of light as we slide in and out of where we were in days where everything seemed to make sense i awaken into a kind of lifelessness broken …

i find these ideas in the dark of night where the bliss runs deeper than the woods i leave myself in where love finds claws and my back turns to scars from everything i once stood in front of everything i thought would …

thank you for this the way you stand the grasp of your hands and how you sit along the edges soft as steel and warm as everything i could have asked for i look at you like i desire what i see and the cold air feels just…