the body remembers what we refuse to say

the highest form of religion is love

the loneliness in your twenties

the survivability of human race never ceases to amaze me

why you keep ending up with the wrong guy

who would sit at you grave after you're gone

i'm a gravedigger, disturbing what's dead

in another universe, i brew you coffee

i’d like to be a dad someday

the intimacy of "how did you know that"

who am i without melancholy and nostalgia

no one tells you how vile it is to mourn the living