Jan

“the way they
leave
tells you
everything”
― Rupi Kaur, Milk and honey

“on the last day of love my heart cracked inside my body”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“you're everywhere
except right here
and it hurts”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“I wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside. I ride the train, walk among the buildings, men in Monday suits. The flight of doves, the city of tents beneath the underpass, the huddled mass, old women hawking roses, & children all of them, break my heart. There’s a dream I have in which I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair. There are no borders, only wind. Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand on my stupid heart.”
― Cameron Awkward-Rich