If a tree falls in the forest and no one posts a picture of it, did it really happen?
Playing with time zones like hopscotch, borders like lines in the sand.
How do you teach a robot to feel?
The worst thing that can happen to a poet is to write about his own experience.
Loving you is like…
We were one, then become three.
You can’t kill time with your heart. Everything takes time.
To be alive here in part of the same time-space as you.
With the mind alone.
If it’s an illusion, I don’t want to wake up.
Everything I feel is too much for words.
Everything has its season.