eros the bittersweet

sea

circles, waves, ripples
that touch and embrace
my open and wide shore
await the net you cast

to claim me, once again,
as before, over and over,
to discern my particles
and my permanence

to help me remember the
blues and greens, the light
glistening on the surface,

that finds its way to my
chasm and fills the void,
defies the abyss.

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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.