eros the bittersweet

synapses | sonnet thirty two

battling the sudden, undeniable fire,
seeking the energy of your gaze
blanketing what i know of this life,
under the sweltering heat of the

midday sun, like the music of a
sonnet you cannot escape, i urge
the clouds to shroud my heart
with memories of you and i,

now until the end that i do not see,
now until never, now until time
understands no other reason

but us, humbled by the sweeping,
inevitable faith for the one
who keeps my embraces and glances.

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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.