The universe is made up of experiences that are designed to burn out your attachment, your clinging, to pleasure, to pain, to fear to all of it. And as long as there is a place where your vulnerable, the universe will find a way to confront you with it.
I am an experiment in dirty laundry and caffeine consumption,
and you are the only mess
that I have never known how to sweep under a rug.
Once, you told me that you wished my heart
might be filled with hummingbirds instead of stones.
I hope that you understand what I mean when I tell you
that I am itching to be a thief in your night,
but I know you are not ready for the weight of us.