eros the bittersweet

spellbound | poem three

a dream pushes itself
over the edge of my sanity
and i say that
reverie is you
for you are all that
crowds my mind
right now and
you are that which
fills my life with
dimensions
and i at last feel
that i can be.

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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.