“My love, I see you through my tears.No pity in your face I see.I have sailed far across the years;Stretch out, stretch out your arms to me.”
“...Queen, goodbye forever!Your wings were sunbeams, and my feet are clayI'll never be well if I don't get to bedI never was well unless I was stretched out across the universe.”
“I stand up. Stretch my arms out wide to theempty horizon. Do not be afraid of limitlesspossibilities. The desert is infinite to the eyeas love is to the heart.”
“Sometimes I just survive.But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.”
“If you stretch your arm out...will you reach something? Is this what trust is? This feeling? This feeling of comfort?”
“He scanned my face with careful hope in his eyes. “You love me?” “It’s the tattoos,” I shrugged. A wide smile stretched across his face, making his dimple sink into his cheek.”