eros the bittersweet

as if

suffering only is
for those with
fortitude
whilst the blood
flowers and springs
from this unspoken,
bewildered, contained,
overarching
pleasure of gazing
at you as if
you are here,
as if all is still,
as if we are,
as if there is.

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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.