3^(1/2)

Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun,
as 1.7321
Such is my reality,
a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

I don’t have any magic but I can be here, and I can listen.

Come and lay right on my bed, sit and drink some wine. I'll try not to make you cry. And if you'd get inside my head, then you'd understand. Then you'd understand me, why I've felt so alone, why I kept myself from love.

I wanted to tell you all my secrets, but you became one instead

I wish someone would tell me something incredibly profound. I wish my heart would beat beat beat in time with theirs and things I want to say wouldn't get caught in my throat like my hair gets caught in my fingers and ties itself into knots. I wish the voice in my head didn’t say the things it does, because of all the people I can trust in the world I shouldn't be one of them. That's why I listen to music louder than the sounds of the late-night television programs like poker competitions and bad films starring bad actors. And in the middle of the cacophony of sounds the only thoughts I can hear are the singer's, the whisperer's, the poet's, infinitely better and wiser. Wiser even than the stars. I bet they don't trust themselves either. I bet lots of people don't when they've fallen down the rabbit hole and felt a heartbreak or three. Boys didn't break my heart you know, I did. I break it all the time. I'm breaking it right now and I don't even know why.

I want to bust the world wide open the way you do when you're filled with youth. I want to engage with lovers and people. I want to be physical, and I also want to ask the big questions. I want to taste the tastes and fix the problems. I want to run headlong into Chaos and bad guys and darkness and friends and fun and laugh, laugh, laugh. I want to be the best friend, and I want to be the greatest aunt and the most complicated daughter. I want to be the mystery in the room, and I want to be known.

You said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain;

distorted,

d i s t a n t,

scrambled,

and desperate.

all i want is a little more than i'll ever get.

if i could live my whole life over, knowing what i know now. i would do everything exactly the same. even the stuff that didn't turn out well. because it's all led me to you and let me just say, the pleasure is mine.

i myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions

Beautiful things come out of horrible situations. I know for a fact. Out of sadness you get a new found wisdom on how the world can look with a haze of gray clouds, how people can be senseless, how you can see the whole universe in a whole new way. And that may be hard to handle, hard to cope, hard to accept, but it is so damn beautiful if you really take the chance to realize. Out of anger, you can feel your heart beat race, with every beat it is shaking your whole being and not only the heavy steps you take. It is when you, your whole self and some power is telling you that you are alive. And that is amazing in every angle. Out of anything there is something in there that makes it incredible. Something that makes it shine. Whatever you feel is potent and it is such a blessing to be able to feel what you feel. You just have to think about it.