“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.” ― Mary Oliver, Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays
Their tears were their love poem Christopher Poindexter: "I'll throw my voice into the stars and maybe the echo of my words will be written in the clouds for you by sunrise. What I'm trying to say is: I'll love you through the darkness.
My demons though quiet, are never quite silenced. Calm as they may be, they wait patiently for a reason to wake, take an overdue breath, and crawl back to my ear and make me feel everything I want to leave behind again and again.