To quote poet Matthew Zaprduer, "I am trying to articulate the elusive feelings, fears, experiences that are all part of the natural condition of being alive in this weird, awkward, scary, amazing time."
"When I can’t sleep, I think of others washing their hands in a
cold dark stream. A sound from the forest makes them raise
their heads. They walk through an apartment with the lights off.
They eat spoonfuls of ash and stare at the freeway. I meet them
upstairs with nothing to say. They find their way back to the
living room couch. They float down the hallway with a knife in
one hand. They tell me forget about trees and no hidden portals.
One of them has tar in the corners of her eyes. Her hair is
draped across a pillow. She sends me an email about being afraid."
"Even if you come home late and I’m already asleep, just whisper in my ear one little thought you had today. Because I love the way you look at the world. And I’m so happy I get to be next to you and look at the world through your eyes."