eros the bittersweet

one more fall

my soul hums in
the bruised silence
of the streams
that carry your
rocks and stones
to my ocean shore
the fumbling faith
and dancing light
of this soul
seeks the darkness
once more
like a shell breaking
open to reveal
venus,
this heart is ready
for one
more
fall.

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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.