eros the bittersweet

waiting

for the imperfect, impeccable
moment when nothing needs
to be compromised, compared,
measured, defined, just a

sense of goodness that spills
and takes the space you have
left for yourself, an untouched,
untarnished fragment that

is holy beyond understanding,
a leaf you turn, a vow you utter,
a soul that escapes to be

liberated, you are bound
to faith, not to losing, you are and
have become your greatest self.

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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.