"They told me I had to keep breaking my heart until it opened. Well it’s open and there’s a torrent of love that won’t stop spilling over. And no one wants to receive any of it."
If we were all to sit in a circle and confess our sins, we would laugh at each other for lack of originality.
Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars
and think of the galaxies inside my
heart, and truly wonder if anyone will
ever want to make sense of all that
When she is happy, she can’t stop talking, when she is sad she doesn’t say a word.