eros the bittersweet

limbo

stirring this time
frozen, unmoving
bound to the infinite
yonder where miracles
linger with reality
and i feel your hands
taking me ~ the silence
unbroken and breaking
all and nothing
passing and regretting
fear drowning the light
sadness taking flight
until i no longer
exist and i have ceased
then my words rise
to the highest and
preaches: 'waiting for
life to break in and
conquer death that
created me.'
consuming, ever-fleeting
craving what's forgotten
failing and believing
wondering of the moments
lost and struggling
under the mercy of
dying before breathing.

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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.