I wish I was more magnanimous than I pretend to be but all I am is a bit stoical and urbane, and I can't even do that right.
I keep trivial grudges and imagine about 20 different scenarios of revenge while you forget it ever happened. I'll slither into your spot amongst your friends and let them invite me to your pool party. And once I am satisfied I will kindly drop your friends after I make them hate you. Because I am not half as magnanimous as I pretend to be, because I cannot forgive liars, cheaters, hypocrites, and back stabbers. Whether you did it to me or the class idiot.
It probably just makes me as bad as you.

I like the parts of you
that are not the parts of me,
the furry paws of your knees
and the angular metal of your upper arm.
So often I turn to touch softness
and find taut rope and hard glass.

My body stretches elastic
to meet and hold forum
with the hollow of your back.
I crawl under your thrown face
and find moist refuge.

In such moments
I forget your bones and fingernails.
I surrender to the mud that moves with us,
sinking and rising
in the steam that is our common element.

- Lisa C. Taylor

"She feels more alive in her own dreams."

Things To Remember;

• Migratory birds always find their way back home. 
• Even at its darkest, the sky is never entirely black.  The moon flower opens in mid to late afternoon and blooms right through the night. When the sun rises in the morning, the moon flower dies and another is born that exact time the next afternoon. 
• “You cannot save people, you can only love them.” - Anais Nin. 
• No one is ever, ever entirely alone