You See, The Deaf Have An Intimacy

We So Seldom Understand Each Other. But If Understanding Is Neither Here Nor There, And The Universe Is Infinite, Then Understand That No Matter Where We Go We Will Always Be Smack Dab In The Middle Of Nowhere. All We Can Do Is Share Some Piece Of Ourselves, And Hope That It’s Remembered. Hope That We Meant Something To Someone

Someone Once Told Me That The Finer Points Of Devotion Are About The Size Of A Pinhole, And There Are Millions Of Them. And If You Could Connect Each Dot, Then You’ve Got A Diagram Of What You Think You Thought You Knew, And If You’re Willing To Admit That You Know Nothing…you Have The Blueprint For A Breakthrough.

We're All Shipwrecked On This Idea That Everything Has To Be Explained.

Look Directly Into Every Mirror. Realize Our Reflection Is The First Sentence To A Story, And Our Story Starts: We Were Here.

I Don't Want To Turn Any Of This Into Poetry / But / You're So Beautiful / Flowers Turn Their Heads To Smell You