eros the bittersweet

consumed | poem eight

fulfilling the
crystalline infinities,
life clasps and
cages my
wings but
never forgets
nor extinguishes
the chaos
i am
born
with.

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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.