eros the bittersweet

it is

it is not hope
it is faith

it is not desperation
it is understanding

it is not night nor day
it is the spring that
sleeps in winter

it is not the sin of
changing
it is the metamorphosis
of a butterfly

it is not the words you read
it is the thought that transcends

it is not that which is broken
it is that which mends

it is not a wish
it is a prayer

it is not life
it is you.

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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.