eros the bittersweet

me

spiraling,
spinning,
staggering,
splitting
atoms and
fibers and
seconds and
moments
saving,
resurrecting,
reviving -
the waning,
dying,
falling,
disappearing
me.

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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.