Shinji Moon Quotes

The doctors told me that the neuronal activity in my brain was excessive - too much - a dictionary definition for my entire life.

You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.

I want to take long romantic walks up your arm with my lips.
I wanna picnic on the arc of your neck and sneak a bottle of wine
in a thermos with you and get stoned
somewhere on the mossy side of your ribs.

I love like a leaky faucet or I love like a dam breaking. There is nothing in between.

Tectonic plates are shifting beneath my skin
and there's a new continent in my chest
that I want to call by your name

I am a forest fire and an ocean, and I will burn you just as much
as I will drown everything you have inside.

You are beautiful because you let yourself feel, and that is a brave thing indeed.

Do you know how it hurts to touch you
knowing that in the morning I'll still wake up alone?

There is a shipwreck between your ribs and it took eighteen years
for me to understand how to understand your kind of drowning.
There are people who cannot be held quietly. There are screams
that are never externalized. If I looked at the photo albums of your
past twenty years, all I would find are decibel meter graphs of
phone calls and the intensity of your silence as you sat
smoking cigarettes in the garage.
There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with
fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you
with care.
And for the first time, I understand that I will never know
how to apologize for being
one of them.

Last week I pocketed a thesaurus and looked for synonyms for you but could only find rain and more rain and a thunderstorm that sounded like glass, like crystal, like an orchestra.

When you want to fall - fall,
Evaporate and condensate,
but when you rain, come down
as a hurricane.

Dig yourself a ditch, six
feet deep, and bury everything that you've ever
said, everything that you've never
meant, and everything that has
burned you and left you with nothing
but ash

Remember,
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.

All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.

I wonder how it is that you, you are just a handful of billion of cells.

I am not as strong as my words pretend to be. Not
as quiet as these caesuras promise. This heart is a patchwork quilt of people
that leave different shades of blue inside of me.

I should've told you that you could rearrange continents with that smile of yours.

You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.

Hope? I don't need your strength
anymore.

Because this morning, I stood on my roof
as the sun chiseled its way into every single pore of my
body, and I realized that I am

made of flames, that if you touch me,
you will burn - that I am the only match I need

to burn.

There are poetries inside of you the paper cannot handle

Underneath the moonlight,
we laid and laughed
like run-on sentences, kissed like ellipses, and
you held me so close that I wear my bones down smooth
against
the grain of your skin.

I will never fail to inflate my lungs for you when you're a hundred miles deep, heading headfirst towards a telephone pole - screaming - because you have pulled out all your own brakes.