Gasping for air and sanity. Moon and stars and clouds and night. Out of breath and breathless. Pillows and sheets and blankets and you. I will drown in this bed.
— I Wrote This For You
She was small and light and delicate. Her words mumbled beneath her breath - a high, sweet voice. I took her hand in mine as she asked where her mother was. I gulped and said she would return later, wishing to myself that my own words were true.
People are just as wonderful as sunsets if I can let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.
— Carl Rogers
