I can only meet you where you've met yourself.
I'm the healthiest i've ever seen.
The most vulnerable and most giving.
My energy is lightyear.
My definition of manhood isn't borrowed from the dictionary or the next man.
I've become my own.
I don't write much anymore but somedays i need to.
I hope you're working through what hurts most to make room for things that feel better.
We can only meet in places you've met yourself, remember?
Well this is where i am.
I dont need anything - i can only want.
No dependency - i can only give.
and if we meet halfway, even better. come through. I still have desires, my flesh is weak.
I still thinks intimacy is holding hands and kissing allows pain to go away.
I know for a fact that hugs are necessary at 2am.
Backs arch with more honesty at this hour - I'd love to meet you there.
I don't know where you are, but when you find yourself. Come find me.
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too.
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting.
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies.
Or being hated, don't give way to hating.
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master.
If you can think - and not make thought your aim:
If you can meet with triumph and disaster - and treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken, Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the thing you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tool:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginning
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they're gone,
And so hold on when there's nothing in you. - Except the will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowd and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiven minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,