There’s Nothing Left Here For You
There’s nothing left inside of me for you. If you cut a small hole somewhere between my ribs and peeked inside you’d see an empty chamber. You’d see right through me to a xylophone of vertebrae.
There’s nothing left inside of me for you. If you cut a small hole somewhere between my ribs and peeked inside you’d see an empty chamber. You’d see right through me to a xylophone of vertebrae.
I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a place where something horrible happened once, but lots of those places have a weird feeling about them.
I’m done with having people tell me how special I am, how great I am at this and that, only be left wondering how I would possibly mean so much to people when their actions speak far louder than their words.
If you’re feeling needy you have been handed down by divine grace the single best opportunity to confront your past and reclaim your life.
The worst part is, it could happen to you too.
Have you ever faced death? Been seconds, milliseconds away? I have. You’ve heard my story before, on the news—read it in the papers, maybe, if you still read the papers. I’m the one who survived. I’m the one who was in the room with Danny Alvarez when he took his own life.
I can’t wrap my head around the reason why God would take someone like you away from here.
Let them know that you will support them through the rollercoaster of all of their feelings. You will laugh with them when they want to laugh, you will cry with them when they need to cry, and you will listen when they just need to rant.
In the beginning, like most gay men, I was a hopeless romantic. My desire for love was incurable, slightly insatiable, and a little bit terrible.
Resist the urge to constantly distract yourself from the experience of existing. You cannot show up in your life if you don’t actually live it. Be intentional about taking time to disconnect from the external to connect with the internal. Make time to savor the moments. This is how you build a life.