eros the bittersweet

overflow

this dark age
claims its throne
once more
under punishing,
lamenting, starless
sky that breaks
open sores
some things must
be understood
without being felt
some truths must
be known
without being touched
the ink that overflows
from this
unraveling,
untangling,
unbeing ~
a force, a light, a sound
unknown until now.

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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.