Janne Robinson

the bed in the tent was full of white petals

I think the greats knew this secret — that to write one needs space and silence and a place to think.

I choose to trust
there are the ugliest of humans in this world
and humans who will light your heart on fire if you just choose to trust

Stop throwing away your power.

I hope you are loved so madly by the people you wake up beside.

The emails
the to-dos
well
they don’t really matter when you’re too tired to stand.

I want to be remembered for my heart
for the words I draw
that dance
of what it means to be human.

They are a reflection of how you are loving you.

I see the moments as they are — women that I love, not holding me up.

And why do we attract the unavailable ones, with horseshit in their teeth?

How little we look at what is inside.

If I was to be less sugar and more spice — if I wanted to fuck him, I would have.