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Every single morning, I get up and think, “I won’t make it through today.” And every single night, I go to bed and think, “How did I make through today?” And I think that’s what makes humans special. We do things we thought were impossible without even noticing. And we just keep doing them.
—  Journal Entry; 1 April 2017

We met in the dark remember? Our stomachs were full of nothing but our minds were crammed with thoughts. It was a time where we were both sinking in the same ocean.

Yeah I remember. But now we’re here touching the heat of the sun.

And we’ll keep on climbing until it’s all we feel.

—  from a book I might write | @jwfeelings
He knew.”
“I never told him.”
“It’s not about what you say or do. It’s not even about what you think. It’s about the way you look at someone when they’re happy, and you don’t think anyone is watching. And he saw the way you looked at him. He knew.
—  from an unfinished story #705
In the end it all comes down to waves;
what surges through our veins;
the way we make contact,
physical or ethereal.
Be it touch, or energy resonating,
it all comes down to this pull
that is not gravitational,
nor magnetic, yet
moving us
                          toward each other.
In the end it all comes down to waves,
surging, frothing waves; salt residue
sticking on the skin of lovers.
                            The full moon,
The intangible
unrelentingly undulating inside of us.
—  Waves, by M.A. Tempels © 2017