There’s peace when I think about your storminess. I’m sitting cross legged in the eye of the tornado that you are. My eyes sparkle with...

You're still dead. Breakfast was three sips of coffee at 2.30pm. I sat with the pain. I moved with the pain. It’s Christmas day. The...

We’re just each other’s teachers in this moment and time. I don’t know what I am teaching you. You don’t know what you are teaching me. I...