"Often, I write all day long with white ink on white paper, late into the night, until it is all I can do to feel the letters curving to earth from the tip of the pen. And then, I fall asleep. Dreaming of running, or maybe driving in a car the color of water, I wake the next day remembering nothing. I gather the stack of paper & a pen of black on the desk in front of me and the words begin to dance over the page like long legged insects across a still lake. The words in white whisper behind & underneath the new day. If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. There is nothing more to it than that." //
It’s beautiful when you find someone that is in love with your mind. Someone that wants to undress your conscience and make love to your thoughts. Someone that wants to watch you slowly take down all the walls you’ve built up around your mind and let them inside.