eros the bittersweet

more like myself

this envious thought
keeps me fascinated
and wondering
how some girls
stand like empty
wild flowers facing
the midnight gloom
with their bodies
almost perfect
yet their souls
lifeless
and in a second
i am reminded
my beauty shines
forth and further
unafraid and
complete,
more like myself.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.