eros the bittersweet

i dream of you

becoming the narrow
banks my bare feet would
walk upon…
becoming the sudden,
perfect tear to wash
my hands of my sorrow…
becoming the crescent
moon that kisses my
skin at midnight…
becoming the unaltered
peace i find in my
dreams…
becoming the intrepid
sunlight that pierce
my eyes…
becoming the ardent,
unexpected
spring in my october…
becoming the only one
i desire

now
and
always.

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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.