eros the bittersweet

savage light | poem eighteen

disguised not by
color nor clouds
silenced not by
sunlight nor storm
encompassed not by
fear nor failure
deepened not by
desire nor destiny


your reality hardly
disguised,
silenced,
encompassed
or deepened


by all that which
you have
created.

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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.