eros the bittersweet

petals

your hand the petals
of loneliness
borne or gravity and
distance
your gaze
magnify statues falling
silent as the dawn
hastens desolately
memory urges me to
forget seconds and spaces,
as wind and flame
devour images of you
drawn on arched,
hidden flowers that
exist in my dream.

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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.