I like to think of myself as somewhat of an adrenaline junkie. I live my life in a constant state of free fall, high off the uncertainty and fragility of what we call human intimacy. I fell in love for the first time with a hurricane, running after wind and rain at speeds strong enough to shatter me from the inside out. And just like that I was hooked, spending the rest of my life in a beat up car driving after the same storm that destroyed my house. Admitting I was in love felt like attending a meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous. I felt almost ashamed and maybe for the first time, a little terrified. Love seemed to be the only thing that scared me now. Spending my entire life unafraid to die, I stand here quivering, knowing this time I want so desperately to stay alive with you.

Inspired by Shelby

I traveled back in time to the beginning of the universe and watched the Big Bang. I was the only creature in the empty darkness before existence. In this moment that created ever living thing, was destruction of magnitudes beyond imagination. I watched the world end and begin all in a single flash. I had fallen in love with the end of time and the beginning of the aftermath. To be able to witness the most spectacular and fragile moment in all of space tore me apart from the inside out. It was the most painful and breath taking feeling known to me and you. My body containing lifetimes and planets condensed into something so small, I’ve collapsing into myself. You are the beginning and end of everything.

Inspired by Jordan

There is a legend told that when God made man, we had two heads, two pairs of arms and legs. But God had feared we'd be too powerful so we were split into two. And some people say we spend our whole lives looking for our other halves. I don’t like to believe that we’re only looking for one sole counterpart but I think when I fell in love with you, I found parts of you in myself. I didn’t even notice when I started waking up a little more whole than the night before. And somedays when I am alone in the world, there are pieces of you in the spaces between my ribs, filling the cracks in gold like Kintsugi. Until one day I look to find every bit of you has become bits of me.

Inspired by David

To my lover,

Last night I found myself under the fluorescent lights of a hospital room. I opened my eyes for what felt like the first time, my body rested against a surgical table. The anesthetic like an icy snake surging through my veins and I have succumb to this feeling. A sensation coursing to my fingertips to yours, we transcended beyond material confines. I took a scalpel and slit my stomach open, and out spilled thousands and thousands of rain drops. Submerging both of us underwater. It was more than butterflies in my stomach, it was complete surrender of my body and soul to you.

The moment we met was the last day of my life. Every molecule in my body knew it was time to dissolve and in a minute I melted into the atmosphere. Loving you is the lightest and most intense element in the known universe, putting hydrogen to shame. It wasn’t until my atoms recollected in the clouds that I saw you again. In a room painted white, we lit our bodies on fire until our ashes turned the walls into an atheist’s heaven.

Last night I found out that the walls could speak. And I had gone to bed with my head against the pillow, my ears held up to the whispers. All the things said, all those nights spent watching me mumble about my dreams, all the things I’ve felt in these four concrete slabs. I stayed up all night listening to story after story like some kid movie hopping in a theatre. These four walls that contain the beating in your chest, kept me awake to the ticking of a metronome. You had me at the edge of the bed, waiting for your word after word. I never wanted to leave the room.

All the blood in my body rushed to my eyes and you were the matador waving a bright red flag over my face. I had no control over my arms and legs as it felt like I was being launched towards you. Call it anger or lust or maybe even love but it possessed my being like some insatiable hunger. I found comfort in the uncomfortable, seemingly just as convoluted as whether or not water is wet. Still I find no desire for us to be simple. In every difficulty I witness and in all the chaos that will ensue, contains passion. And in every circumstance, we always seem to make sense.

Dear lover,

I am sailing the ocean on three logs tied together with twine. The Earth must feel so lucky to be encompassed by the deepest blue known to mankind. These years spent floating on this liquid velvet has carried me through currents and kingdoms never before seen. Every storm I’ve fought with my bare hands, leave me a memory of your heartbeat against my ear. Finally I have reached the Bermuda and I know for many this is a place of no return. But here where the winds don’t blow, I find your eyes in the reflection of turquoise waters. Here with you is not solitude but instead solace.