“I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.”

-Like Crazy (2011)

I’ve rewritten a post to accompany this quote three times but there just isn’t any thing coherent to write. Right now everything just boils down to me repeating the I’s and don’ts and know’s thousands of times like a student writing his punishment for misbehaving on the chalkboard till his fingers are numb. My mind is numb. My thoughts can’t grab ahold of anything that makes sense. Can’t grasp anything that isn’t fleeting. I want to write something beautiful and poetic out of this emotional tundra tonight.

But thats all I got.