I and you are

"But you learn to accept who and what you are. Most days. The days when you don't fly into the sun. The days when you don't spill and thaw and crash. I am brief and violent and true. I am always true. I am that blurry, breathy promise, cracked lips, long hopeful seizures before sunrise, sweat and tears and story. I am yours, and I am now. I am living and dying and always coming alive."

—Ian William L.