You don't know what life iswithout having felt the painthump and delightof love

Skilled loveAuthenticity These things don't trick themselves

While you acheknow that you are as alive asever, balancing with grace

Romanticizing the growing pains becausemaking something beautiful out of the strainis power

I do not squint at the sun, I stare him dead in his eyes.

I still wantthe stars for youeven ifyou won't name them after me