Worth Catching

I take a breath and try to play along

But I’m a terrible liar

I feel the world like a brick on my chest

And the party’s just begun

Throw the rope and lead me through the mud

From your mouth flow a thousand truths

But you know, there’s only one

“stars don’t weep, she thought to herself. stars don’t have tears. // it’s perhaps the biggest tragedy about them. in this world, they’re meant to shine until there’s nothing left inside of them. // they collapse and were told they’re beautiful even as they die. // stars don’t weep. they’re meant to shine even if it burns, even if it swallows them into a dark hole of nothingness. // 'then what do you do with all of your sadness?’ a voice in her head asked. // she looked down to see herself, emitting sparks of fire with her every move, an immortal flare, as old as the universe itself. // 'i burn them,’ she answered, because stars don’t weep. ‘i burn them and let them have me.’”

“I always consider myself bisexual; from the minute I was sixteen, I said that in interviews. I said it to “The Advocate”. I’ve made a commitment. It’s to a man. If you wanna call me heterosexual, fine. I don’t really call myself anything now but “married”.”

““Every day I strive to get to a place where I’m not effected by the external world, and I don’t use the external world to define or tell me who I am. I strive for a state of equanimity and calm and a state of grace, so I can be free of definitions. If you are free, then you can create beautiful things. It’s really just shutting out the noise.””

“It’s mortifying to be the one who remembers.”