Taylor DeVille

“I follow my raving, rooms, streets,
I grope my way through corridors of time,
I climb and descend its stairs, I touch
its walls and do not move, I go back
to where I began, I search for your face,
I walk through the streets of myself
under an ageless sun, and by my side
you walk like a tree, you walk like a river,
and talk to me like the course of a river,
you grow like wheat between my hands,
you throb like a squirrel between my hands,
you fly like a thousand birds, and your laugh
is like the spray of the sea, your head
is a star between my hands, the world
grows green again when you smile,
eating an orange,”
― Octavio Paz, Piedra de Sol = Sunstone

“You must be courageous and ruthless and reckless.”
― Anaïs Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin