“I wonder if the conversations you've never had with someone count, if you've been over them a thousand times in your mind.”

"“This is just my way of pointing out that we people who leap without looking are not stupid. We know damn well we might be headed for a fall. But we also know that, sometimes, it's the only way out.”  

"The moment of impact. The moment of impact proves potential for change. Has ripples effects far beyond what we can predict. Sending some particles crashing together. Making them closer than before. While sending others spinning off into great ventures. Landing them where you've never thought you've found them. That's the thing about moments like these. You can't, no matter how hard you try, controlling how it's gonna affect you. You just gotta let the colliding part goes where they may. And wait. For the next collision."

So you were never a saint
And I’ve loved in shades of wrong
We learn to live with the pain
Mosaic broken hearts
But this love is brave and wild

This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
These are the hands of fate
You're my Achilles heel
This is the golden age of something good and right and real

"I feel a tiny pang of regret, as though I've lost a secret, and then a rush of exaltation: now everything begins..." pg. 21

Sometimes, when I really think about it,

I think you're doing it all wrong.

It comes to the point where we go through the motions,

and in the end you look back and realize it was a fairy tale 

that never really existed.

And I have to think that it becomes a thin line

between what it is,

and what you thought it was.

It's so easily fictionalized into a purposeful thing,

but it's all a myth.

And you are left hanging onto nothing.

It becomes "could have been" and "once was"

made up memories of unperformed scenes.

And then,

 when the loneliness becomes its strongest,

I long to be back in that place...

wandering the crowded streets and lonely concrete,

where nothing was ever in it's right place,

and that is how it was meant to be.

Dark and empty establishments filled with the few strangers,

looking for the place to belong in a city where no one did.

I know the truth about the unknown,

and still it's forgotten time and time again.

Growing into a large mess of memory

that is the same as before.

Exactly what was mentioned-of mythical proportions.

Left with false memories and nothingness.

Patience and openness.

Beauty and bravery.

Hopefulness and honesty.

These are the things that matter.

And love.

Love matters.

Knowing  as much as you can, for the time being

 that it is.

Understanding that some things are meant to be unknown.

And being okay with that.

It's hard to grow in environments that contain you.

But then you fill in the empty spaces,

finding comfort in the quiet unfilled corners.

You evolve that way,

sometimes it's not something so dramatic and drastic.

Rather it's this quiet thought, idea, moment of clarity,

that arrives when least expected and then never leaves.

It's the new beginnings that keep beginning,

planned or unplanned,

wanted or unwanted.

It's the way you smile at that one thing you've never appreciated before,

it's an old perspective that feels new,'

it's the way you love in a way you hadn't loved before.

Please don't be discouraged,

keep courage.

Grow quietly into the corners,

fill in every space.

It' doesn't always have to be known,

but it does matter.

Appreciate the beauty,

because a world without beauty becomes grey

and continue being brave against the loneliness.

Be patient with yourself,

let the time pass as it's meant to pass,

and don't try to make it all known.

Because the unknown will teach and transform in ways you imagined,

and in ways that surprise you.

But please also be careful with your love.

Don't let yourself  fall into the fantasy of the mythical fairytale.

If you do, you'll eventually realize that you're going  to end up with nothing.
You'll lose it all.

And always remember the place where you felt like you belonged,

in the city where no one did.