We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel… is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become.
I want to live where soul meets body
and let the sun wrap its arms around me
and bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
and feel what it’s like to be new.
Cause in my head, there’s a Greyhound station
where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
so they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here.
Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole,
Just like a faucet that leaks, and there is comfort in the sound.
