Too much lives in a moment to not feed it to the fire in the heart, slow. - Andrea Gibson

and maybe we’ll never be that new again.

Your life each time airport security screams, Pink or blue? Pink or blue? trying to figure out which machine setting to run you through. Choosing your life and how that made you into someone who now finds it easy to explain your gender by saying you are happiest on the road, when you’re not here or there, but in-between, that yellow line coming down the center of it all like a goddamn sunbeam.

You have to understand, when it hurt to love her, it hurt the way the light hurts your eyes in the middle of the night. But I had to see.