"One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious." Jung

To God, we Belong

Some relationships can be compared to human bodies suffering from multiple trauma in ICU.

No matter how much you "work on it", sooner or later you're going to have to switch off the machines.

This begs the nonsensical question, do relationship memories go to heaven or hell?

In another news I really want Summer to stay this year.

On staying single

He's there no doubt, in the corner behind the gleaming glass
A lopsided smile, cargo pants just the right amount of creased
Forgotten while she dusts and spicks and spans, everything for now
But just let another peak through the window, she immediately straightens,
Scuffles to the cabinet and shines his marble visage, admiring how
The years have kept his glasses askew.

Of stolen sunsets and painted patience

All sunsets are stolen, how can
something so beautiful be affordable
and patience, patience is just something
I have never earned