eros the bittersweet

tyranny

broken by the
tyranny of isolation
this heart wonders
of what hope is
left when
darkness caves in
and shatters
the once peaceful
rose that lie
still in the
night
now my tongue
is halted
and my words
stripped of faith,
seeking the
long forgotten hands
that took me
down this road.

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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.