eros the bittersweet

synapses | sonnet nineteen

lulled to sleep by the truth i would
wake up to your gaze, your smile,
your voice, your kisses, your touch,
your faith, your courage to

take all steps to keep what we
have going, awakened by the
strength of your hands and the
gentleness of your embrace,

ever since you, i have ceased
to think there could be anything
better than the love that flows

between us, in the end, we go
back to the beginning, and feel
the same wonder, see the same light.

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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.