eros the bittersweet

a return

a return,
a descent,
a fumbling,
stuttering, nervous
demise
a faint light
crushing the
dusk exquisitely
imagined by
this poet for
her goddess,
a movement,
a whisper,
an entangled marvel
that speaks and
manifests
in silence
a soul never without
faith in your
humanity.

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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.